Hammerhead said:
If this was some kind of dream, that would explain the surroundings. Beautiful and picturesque...I don't think that most of the world was like this. "Or maybe this is just a peaceful and relaxing setting, the perfect place for us to relearn who we are. Either way, prison or paradise, maybe we should see about answering some of your doubts."
Dee nods, “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you two out, I sound like a total psycho I am sure.”
Michael
[sblock]“Georgy, would you like a drink… they say this Ikusian wine is a little touch of paradise, no?” the man pours a drink.
“I didn’t come here for drinks,” you reply.
“Well why did you come here?” the man replies pouring himself a glass.
“The investigation is moving forward, the company won’t be able to protect you any longer Samesh,” your voice is even and cold.
“I don’t need there protection, if anything my friend,
VSC will most likely push for me not to testify, for a considerable sum I may consider it,” Samesh grins.
“I see,” you nod.
“I will be rich and silent, I even have the perfect place picked out my friend,” Samesh pours another glass.
Two light taps of your finger on the trigger. No sound, clean, and methodical and right to the point. Samesh collapses. He died quick, once the
accidental fire sweeps through the building little evidence will remain.
The vision fades.[/sblock]
From their vantage point you can see Ian, Façade, and Haven in the kitchen.
Fork Guy
Vanessa furrows her brow, “All I have done is observe, I haven’t actually done anything to anyone here… and I am not exactly sure what company you are referring to; maybe you are confusing your memories with reality?”
With his second question Vanessa responds, “Perception is an interesting word to use. Do you think that knowing where you are will improve your chances of regaining your memory?”