[Hey, it's early morning, about 6AM? For those (still) awake at this ungodly hour and checking the network, you'll be greeted by a scruffy soldier guy broadcasting from his laptop. After finally taking his time to figure this thing out and watching the network. And not, you know, being busy wasting ammo on certainy slimy things and mentally mapping
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Alright, it was year 2010 from where I was. I speak English, decent at Spanish, Russian, Arabic to name a few. And yeah, I fight, [tiny snort] but I don't like guns.
Accordin' to daylight hours, we'd have to be past the -63rd latitude. I don't know about you, bubbo, but this doesn't feel like the south pole to me. The sky ain't from the south either, stars ain't anythin' I've ever seen anywhere on Earth really.
What else d'ya gotta know to start plottin' how to get off this island?
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[BIG BOSS DOESN'T LIKE ANON.]
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[There's a tap tap sound.]
Whoever set this network up knows everything relevant about you already, anyway. You think being anonymous provides you with any sort of security? It's just a nice little gimmick to make things more difficult, I wager, and lull people [like you] in with a false sense of security.
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Eliot.
[Yes, he keeps it anon to avoid having his face shown. Last thing he needs is to have his wanted mug all over a network he doesn't know about.]
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You realize you are giving them the opportunity to mess our communications up. Not that I doubt they couldn't still do it even without this anonymous function, but it's being made particularly easy like this. Hell, I could be talking to one of those bastards right now.
[Well, Big Boss here is an internationally wanted terrorist and so far things are just dandy. He didn't announce himself like this with his title for no reason.]
Fine. Eliot. Can you tell me anything else?
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[Irritated inhale, exhale. Okay, back to the problem at hand.]
Like I said, the sky's ain't what it should be. Constellation's all wrong like the star's themselves shifted. Which means, either this whole place's a fake, or we're really held in some virtual reality game... I don't buy it. You're right on one thing, this ain't a game.
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[He's really had it with people acting like that. He's not asking for too much, is he?
...Oh well, stars. That's a start, though not what he was hoping for.]
So there's nothing at all in the sky that you recognize? I'm not at all familiar with all the constellations.
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Well, I am. Can't find better compasses.
'Cept I don't even see a North star, and that's- that's not possible. People change, landscape, trees, rocks, countries, they change, but stars don't just shift and disappear.
[He notes the room. Not the same section, but the same building.]
Might take you up on that.
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Oh, I noticed that. But hell if I know how to pinpoint my location by using the stars. Good to know that it would have been useless knowledge, anyway.
Be my guest.
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[He wasn't sure he kept the incredulity out of his voice there.]
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Then again.
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