Who is we?
Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. Surely as a patriot you should know how to speak your own tongue? Who is we is hardly proper grammar, and I dont even have to be a native speaker to tell you that.
Dont play games with me, pal. You knew the context, and you are avoiding the question.
You are clearly not the fastest wheel in the motorcade. Though I mean no offence, mental disorders and retardation are a serious, sensitive issue towards which I have the utmost respect..
You are undoubtedly a foreign inciter possibly employed by the Rheinland government in order to both organise more anti Bretonian elements of criminal groups here and to gather valuable information on research and salvaging projects.
Why would I want the ordinary scrap that you so often find in your facilities.
You dont. The scrap here is either remnants of Convoy 99-related experiments during the GMG war or secret Rheinland, Kusari or joint Kusari Rheinland projects deposited out by secret government forces near the end of the war in cooperation with agents of our own government.
You have absolutely no idea where you are. Even if what you said was true, you would have barely have illuminated the base of the mazes gate, if I am indeed to employ a metaphor for your predicament.
You are a nutcase with some hoodies and a stolen piece of technology, or a sociopathic black operations man. Either one works for me.
This is why you are not in my position, Arthur. I shall say no more, for you evidently are uncomfortable with the truth as you can understand it.
“Fine, fine. I’ll play along.”
“As will I”. The mysterious caller seemed to almost emit an image of a sinister smile.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Take an ethical stand and refuse to fill out a certain form that the Doctor and your handler will ask you to sign.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s all I need you to do. Just for one day. It’s not even illegal, and if anything, it’s less illegal than what you would do otherwise. I know that your profession is hardly one for ethicists, but please, do this. Just once. Not for me, but for the innocents.”
“What inn.. very well, very well.. the only reason I’m doing this is because I’m taking a stand. And you are still going on my report to the bobby’s list.”
“Alright then.”
The caller said this farewell in a cheerful tone, then ceased the call. Arthur Whymper then left the phone on the hook, hoping to unlock the door. It stayed locked. He attempted to pound and find exits out of the room for several minutes, but the area had been designed to be impossible to access anyway other than the main door. Its ventilation was microscopic. Arthur Whymper laid the phone down and cursed himself. He found the door opened easily, and walked out to warn his superiors.
The next hour was full of furious shouts in the security booth. Guards and security technicians both swore they respectively heard and saw nothing unusual occurring in the room. Any attempts to trace hacking of any kind came up a blank, even with a cross reference to a massive, recently captured Hacker database. However, the fact the database only covered the northern Bretonian territory of the Hackers led Mr Whymper to speculate that it could have come from another area, like Southern Bretonia, the Taus or even Liberty itself. It seemed anything was possible now. He told them of the routine form he had been asked not to sign, and was reassured that they would look into his mysterious enemy.
However, in the middle of the night, Arthur Whymper was reawaken by an emergency visual call, which displayed gently above his wrist. The call seemed to depict a scientist and a businessman walking down the same hall Arthur Whympers suite was located within. Voices rang out clearly from them;
These findings only recently came up, sir. We decided to run one final scan using the XR21245 and found it possessed properties that..
I am well aware of what you found, Dr Monroe. And I cannot stress enough how vital it is this information remain secret to all except the direct representatives of Her Majesty. Even the executive staff here, including the highest ranking military personnel, are not to be informed of this.. it is to be classified Above Top Secret.
I understand that documents related to the incident are given such classification, but that was nearly a decade ago.. keep a secret buried, and all it does is surface like an ugly gnome..
We are still in an active state of conflict with several parties, one of which even you do not know about. Suffice to say, this is a war for our land, our country and our minds, Dr Monroe. Any discussion of this document or its contents will be regarded, at the very least as an act of sedition if not a wilful act of treason.
I understand that Arthur is not to be informed of this. What about Chief Regent Quintane?
His status is still under investigation as to whether he qualifies as a member of the executive branch. It is likely, however, that he shall be granted access to the Ingsoc documents, though the Primi documents may remain out of reach..
Arthur Whymper sat in his bed, confused. Ingsoc? Primi documents? It sounded a load of babble, and whatsmore, the fantastic story told by the cameras might have been forged by his mysterious enemy, like the footage showing no incident undoubtedly was. He resolved to return to his slumber and discuss such matters with his handlers. If things went sour, he could always sign the Official Secrets act and continue his career. Its unlikely that a simple scan would be so high classed anyway..
Arthur Whymper awoke, the events of his scheduled rest time feeling like a mere nightmare. He arose, after several minutes walking up to the suites door and calmly opening it, walking down the corridors to the executive suite. He entered the security code, the door opening to reveal the friendly faces of Dr Monroe and Agent Roger. He spoke;
Top of the morning, gents. May I chance upon taking the spare seat here for a cuppa java?
By all means, my good chum. We have many things to discuss, but a discussion without tea, is a discussion not worth having.
Mr Whymper cheerfully sat down and spoke to Agent Roger;
Roger old boy, I received a rather disturbing call showing you and Dr Monroe discussing something involving the scans from the unknown ships and their classification..
An ill wind seemed to flow into the room, sucking out all mirth. Both mens faces immediately morphed into threatening grimaces;
YOU HEARD WHAT?
I heard something about the classification of the scans, Agent Roger. I apologise for eavesdropping, but the call came in on an emergency frequency. I can sign the official secrets act for this if you want..
Show me the scanner. Now. Or I will be forced to kill you.
Well, well, theres no need for this hostility Roger.. but if you wish..
Mr Whymper held out his scanner, searching through records and finding a record of an emergency call in the middle of the night. It flashed up, the same events showing before the eyes of all 3 men. Agent Roger spoke;
Unfortunately, Mr Whymper, you have become privy to information which no government act, no law can save you from the dangers of knowing. You have been judged a nonperson, and we shall eliminate you.
I know my rights, Roger, and if I press this button, everything you just said will be sent to my firm and enough powerful people to bring you down to your knees.
You are part of something far greater, Arthur. We will not allow you to stop us.
Oh, so you are a conspiracy nut too. Goodness almighty, I thought this nonsense would be over. Well, even if you kill me, Ill be able to send the message.
No, Arthur. You wont.
Agent Roger rapidly produced a gun in the blink of an eye and shot Arthur Whymper point blank in the heart. All went black, the last thing Mr Whymper heard being a faint explosion.
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