I am very, very, very tired of being polite.
Professor Ming calls the team together to discuss what we saw on the tape. He explains that we were killed during a mission several months ago in an investigation regarding the methane lakes and is willing to give us more information and the coordinates of where we last seen but he will have to tell Firewall. Before I can even begin questioning him, Keller whips out his gun but I hold him at agonizorpoint while I persuade Professor Ming to give us more information, thinking some of it might calm Keller down.
It does just the opposite. The professor tells us that our old selves may have survived the mission and gives us coordinates to where we were last seen. Keller goes into a rage and points his gun at the professor. I tase him in the neck, only to find out he’s immune to pain. Nonononono I can’t let him shoot I can’t be labeled as a criminal I will not let you—
GODDAMN IT. CONFOUND IT. CAPS LOCK CANNOT PROPERLY EXPRESS MY RAGE, SO I’M GOING TO USE EMPHASIS. KELLER YOU BASTARD DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET INTO FIREWALL? HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO BUILD A REPUTATION? EVERYTHING I’VE WORKED FOR? FIFTY YEARS. FIFTY. FUCKING. YEARS. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY DICKS I HAVE HAD TO SUCK? DO YOU YOU SONOFABITCH?!?
Professor Ming calls security I roughly grab Keller’s shoulder and hear myself scream: “You dumb fuck!!” as my childlike voice cracks.
I run to the aircraft with the rest of the team (aircraft full of convicts) and we take off with Keller as the pilot.
After a few minutes of hostile silence, Keller speaks up, “Okay…so I may have overreacted a little.”
“But I know what will make us feel better.” He smiles and waves MY RARE PRE-FALL COMPACT DISK I HAD PACKED WITH ME and gets his dirty, blood-stained hands all over the mirror band.
Unfortunately, my small childlike hands cannot wring his neck so I settle with the next best thing: uncomfortable ship silence.
Under da sea~
In order to get back in our good graces, Keller suggests he stay on the ship, and gives me his sidearm as a gift. “You really want us to trust you again?” He nods and tells me “more than anything”. I point the gun at him: “Then you’ll come with us.”
I’ve allowed Keller to move no further than ten feet and he is to search each room first for traps.
We discover a small hut with scribbles all over the walls. This inspires me to leave a message.
Firewall has come for us. After the investigation of the buildings, I’m not sure I trust them anymore…I yell at the armored men that I’ve been taken hostage, but quickly dart back inside and hide inside a ventilation shaft. No one will find me here.
I’ve been found.