A stylish and handsome exec gets in the elevator on the 23rd floor. A few other execs are in the elevator but he makes no effort to make conversation with any of them. The elevator opens and out he goes to his the bustling streets of New York. A black Limo pulls up right in front of him and the door opens automatically. The exec's cell phone has a new text which reads "get in". He takes a closer look inside and sees a picture he's familiar with on the seat. He decides to get in and as he does the door closes and the limo begins to ride away. He takes a closer look at the picture, that of himself and his wife, and it's the same picture he has on the mantle of his house.
"What's going on here, is this a joke?"
No answer. The man starts to wonder if it's his anniversary and he just forgot?
"Did Joanna put you up to this? Am I headed to a restaurant? Felice? I hope so, I'm starving."
Still, there is no answer. The limo drives on for about 10 more minutes and all Tyrell Wellick can do is look out the window. Finally, the car stops in a parking spot in a part of town that Tyrell has never been before.
"I'm sorry, I don't know this area. Where are we?"
The video intercom suddenly comes on and on-screen is static and a blurry image begins to appear of a figure behind a mask. This is one of those FSociety masks that have begun to appear in the underground clubs and on telephone poles.
"Mr. Wellick!" the voice says with some obvious modulation going on to hide the speaker's real voice.
"I am Mr. Wellick, yes! What the fuck is going on, I don't have time for games." Tyrell is visibly upset and about to snap – it doesn't take much to get under the skin of this guy.
"Evil Corp is your employer! The company that enslaves millions with rising debt and shady dealings with terrorist organizations around the world. You're company, Evil Corp has-"
"Evil Corp? What? Are you a child? You mean E Corp?" Tyrell asks.
"The company you work for enslaves millions and kills the memories or humanity without blinking an eye. You will help us to destroy Evil Corp, Mr. Wellick, and you will do it by working on the inside."
"This is absurd, I-"
"The wellbeing of your wife and future child depends on you giving me the answer I am looking for, Mr. Wellick."
"I don't think you understand who you are threatening, here. I am-"
"We know exactly who you are, Mr. Welick. We have chosen you for a reason. Tomorrow, on your tour of the AllSafe facility, you will split up from the group in order to meet Tech # ER28-0652."
"You're crazy. How do you know we are visiting AllSafe tomorrow? Who are you?"
"We are FSociety. You are now one of us."
The door to the limo opens and Tyrell looks outside, wondering if he should run out of there or to stay and get more answers.
"We have big things in store, Mr. Wellick. Big things!" The video transmission cuts off.
Mr. Welick steps out of the limo. He looks at the front window and asks, "Why are you doing all of this?"
No answer is given. The limo drives away. Tyrell stands alone in an area he is not familiar with. He begins to crack a smile and show relief as he looks down at the picture of Joanna and himself. His smile turns to a look of extreme determination. You can tell there is something deep and dark swirling in the back of his mind. The day is now turning to night.