[PS] Information Center

[Reijin]

The program was interesting creation, if anything. If he wanted to move to another location within an instant, all he had to do was reach his hand forward, and place his hand into a specific grasping motion. A digital display would open before him, a map of the island, and he'd simply touch the location that he wished to visit. Within seconds, his body was hurtled at voracious speed towards the area designated, and he'd be able to traverse the square by means of his feet easily. He could even reach his hands out and simply grasp and remove various obstacles, as if to notice areas hidden behind other obstacles.

Impressionable of a program as it was, he was standing atop a large mountain peak and allowing himself to take in a great bit of scenery when his world went pitch black. Everything collapsed into a single line across his field of vision, and then faded out. The sounds of the room once more filled his ears, and he angrily pulled the visor from his head. "Just what the hell is the matter with this thing?" Rising from his seat, he saw numerous security guards standing over him.

"Sir, we must request that you leave."

The angry Saiyan rose quickly, his fists tightening. Only his trained mind allowed him to suppress his lethal intent, but his eyes glowed with it. "Is information something that is denied to all but a specific few?" he spoke slowly... coldly...

The guards would have nothing of it. One of them reached for a Ki Rifle at his back while another simply touched a wrist instrument. As soon as he touched the button, Reijin's vision began to catch a reddish hue beneath his neck, flashing rapidly. "I'd suggest you leave right now. You have ten seconds to comply. You will not be asked again. Failure to do so will be your removal from this island. Oh, and your ten seconds are up." The collar froze on red for a moment and the Saiyan's brow dripped a droplet of moisture. The guard leaned forward and smiled. "I suggest that you run quickly, scum."

The insult was nearly more than the Saiyan tactician would allow, but he'd long since done everything within his power to prevent the power of self compulsion. Growling loudly, he spun immediately and stormed out of the display, not paying attention to anyone within the room. He nearly noticed a voice call out to him, but he ignored it, shoving anyone in front of him away.

His collar finally returned to normal the moment that he reached the outside door.