(OOC: First things first, 100 pages, YAY HAPPY DANCE
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Hitting the power button turns on the display and begins a recorded playback. When the video starts it is of a blond blue-eyed woman who appears to be recording the message in this very building.
“Hello, if are watching this recording you are one of two groups of people. You are either one of these eight people,…” images flash across screen, high angle shots of your group standing in this building, some which include features not present, like the racks of firearms in the shots of O’Connor and Clementine, “…or you are not. If it is the latter, leave now and no harm will come to you, if you are still in this building in thirty seconds your life is over.”
The figure on the screen is joined by a countdown. It is somewhat unnerving to watch this countdown, but since you do seem to belong there, the peer pressure to stay cool is enough to overcome it. When the countdown reaches zero the face on the screen continues, “If you are still here, the first thing I need to do is to thank you for a job well done, so thank you. The second is to apologize for whatever it is you have had to go through to get to this point, it can’t have been easy. The only thing I can say is that you can rest assured that the work you have done for me, my name is Johnson by the way, was something that needed done and that you were uniquely suited for the task.”
“I have little doubt that if you are seeing this you are pretty confused. I don’t know the exact circumstances, but it will definitely involve a dose of Laes. Having said that, I am afraid you are not going to be further enlightened by me. I am just here to return you your gear and get you paid.”
During her speech , the woman on the screen starts to move, the camera follows her. She walks to the edge of the wetdock. At each of the eight tie-offs is a footlocker, filled with gear. Each of you present will recognize one of the lockers as your own. Added to the contents is a credstick and a folded piece of hardcopy. She closes each one, the top of each locker is colored with a stripe of paint and a palm reader.
“The thing to remember here is to not take things that don’t belong to you, each case has enough explosives to hurt you bad if you screw around with them. The color strip is your favorite color, in the case of two of you that is green, so we painted one Kelly green and one the green that you are probably more familiar with here in North America.” The woman ties a barely seen piece of mono wire to each locker and kicks it into the water, the other end she wraps around the tie off.
When she finishes, she addresses the camera again. “That about does it, peace out folks, and like they say, ‘Watch your back, shoot straight, yadda yadda yadda.. ‘”
The screen goes dark.
