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Subject: JS-03
Time: 8:30:41PST
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"Good morning, mister Siva."
"You sure it's morning?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I have been in this padded Hell without windows for so long, you forget what the days and nights even look like."
"Would you like me to describe them for you, then?"
"No. I'd rather wonder why you dragged me in here, disturbing my sleep?"
"Hmm, very well then. I've come to interview you about a few things concerning your past. Word around my way is what you know can help with our investigations. Tell what I ask and require from you, please...but from the reports I've seen...you may have a lot to tell."
"...Not for the unworthy."
"If you're referring to me, then believe me when I say that I am worthy. As far as you're concerned, I am the master key to every door in this place. You cooperate with me, and you'll be set free with a clean slate, as long as you can keep it that way for yourself."
"And if I don't cooperate, I stay here for the rest of my term, which means this straight jacket will be my coffin. How do I know you won't keep me in here once I give you what you like?
"You don't."
[Light laughter] "Sounds like something I'd say. At any rate, can I have my proverbial coffin taken off? How am I supposed to give want you want when I'm not comfortable?"
"Okay...."
[Guards come in to carefully take off the straight jacket. Sounds of soft rustling of cloths and straps unbuckling are heard. Jason stretches.]
"Feel better, Mister Siva?"
"Much. Inquire away."
"All right, then. Let's start from the beginning...."
"My name is Jason Siva. My birth date, rank, and serial number is unknown, even to me."
"You're not a prisoner of war, Mister Siva. Anything to deal with war would be with the Vedic deity your last name shares."
"Finally, an interviewer educated in mythology. Where did you learn of them?"
"I went to...don't try to turn this around on me, Mister Siva. It won't work. Besides, if you want to warp the master key...."
"Get to your questions."
"Okay, then...you said that you don't know about your past, such as your date of birth. You look in your early to mid-twenties. Your hair's a full black shade, and how your keep it so well-kept all these years without a comb is beyond, well...anyone."
"Are you checking me out, Mister...?"
"Agent Michael Tesh, and no. Besides, if my wife got wind of something like that, I'd...."
"You're married? Where's your band, or are you trying to hit on the nurses and orderlies?"
"That's not what I was getting at, Mister Siva...."
"That Nicole is a piece of ass, isn't she? Screams so the world can here her become a woman again."
"...."
"This will be an interesting time, Mister Tesh."
"Now, from the reports I've been looking at, when you were first brought in here, various sources reported that you kept whispering things about a corporation called 'Shadowloo'. This was, of course, before it became the formidable threat to national securities worldwide. Why did you speak of it before it was anything?"
"First, can I see the names of those sources?"
"That's confidential."
"What am I going to do, kill them? Look at me, Mister Tesh. Do I look that nice?"
"You look like someone that needs to get outside and see the world. Now answer my question."
"No need to be hostile in tone, Mister Tesh. Okay, but promise you won't get your rocks off from it."
[Michael clears his throat]
"Remember the story of three little pigs? Each built its own house to be sturdy and neigh-impenetrable, especially to protect it from the big bad wolf."
"What does this have to do with---."
"But one of those pigs...one with the house of sticks...hid the most delicate of all secrets. Sometimes, Mister Tesh, the most infinitesimal things contain destructive packages. The stick piggy was one of them. We were so worried about the wolves, we couldn't see that any one of our fellowship would turn sides so quickly. So suddenly...."
[After writing small notes on what Jason's hinting at]
"So what does the 'piggy', as you're calling it, do?"
"I was the house of bricks. Strong, sturdy, durable...but enough about what the women said about me."
[A female's throat cleared behind the double-sided glass.]
"Mister Siva...."
"Shut up and listen. When I established the house of bricks, my trusted piggy, and I could mean that in more than one way, had dreams to use what we had to create a clandestine order. It was be branched away from where we had once laid as home. We were to bring light to the world...a world that forgot what the light is, but never will be, so long as pigs like the third exists."
"The third?"
"Only Sodel and I knew of his real name. Last I heard, he was less of a pig, and more of bison."
"You mean...!?"
"Yes. We knew that with our triad communion, we could accelerate the production of this grand order. We hoped for success with this young, potent warrior at our side. We were wrong, but in Sodel's case...dead wrong."
Download File #1-1
Subject: JS-03
Time: 8:30:41PST
Audio Run Only
"Good morning, mister Siva."
"You sure it's morning?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I have been in this padded Hell without windows for so long, you forget what the days and nights even look like."
"Would you like me to describe them for you, then?"
"No. I'd rather wonder why you dragged me in here, disturbing my sleep?"
"Hmm, very well then. I've come to interview you about a few things concerning your past. Word around my way is what you know can help with our investigations. Tell what I ask and require from you, please...but from the reports I've seen...you may have a lot to tell."
"...Not for the unworthy."
"If you're referring to me, then believe me when I say that I am worthy. As far as you're concerned, I am the master key to every door in this place. You cooperate with me, and you'll be set free with a clean slate, as long as you can keep it that way for yourself."
"And if I don't cooperate, I stay here for the rest of my term, which means this straight jacket will be my coffin. How do I know you won't keep me in here once I give you what you like?
"You don't."
[Light laughter] "Sounds like something I'd say. At any rate, can I have my proverbial coffin taken off? How am I supposed to give want you want when I'm not comfortable?"
"Okay...."
[Guards come in to carefully take off the straight jacket. Sounds of soft rustling of cloths and straps unbuckling are heard. Jason stretches.]
"Feel better, Mister Siva?"
"Much. Inquire away."
"All right, then. Let's start from the beginning...."
"My name is Jason Siva. My birth date, rank, and serial number is unknown, even to me."
"You're not a prisoner of war, Mister Siva. Anything to deal with war would be with the Vedic deity your last name shares."
"Finally, an interviewer educated in mythology. Where did you learn of them?"
"I went to...don't try to turn this around on me, Mister Siva. It won't work. Besides, if you want to warp the master key...."
"Get to your questions."
"Okay, then...you said that you don't know about your past, such as your date of birth. You look in your early to mid-twenties. Your hair's a full black shade, and how your keep it so well-kept all these years without a comb is beyond, well...anyone."
"Are you checking me out, Mister...?"
"Agent Michael Tesh, and no. Besides, if my wife got wind of something like that, I'd...."
"You're married? Where's your band, or are you trying to hit on the nurses and orderlies?"
"That's not what I was getting at, Mister Siva...."
"That Nicole is a piece of ass, isn't she? Screams so the world can here her become a woman again."
"...."
"This will be an interesting time, Mister Tesh."
"Now, from the reports I've been looking at, when you were first brought in here, various sources reported that you kept whispering things about a corporation called 'Shadowloo'. This was, of course, before it became the formidable threat to national securities worldwide. Why did you speak of it before it was anything?"
"First, can I see the names of those sources?"
"That's confidential."
"What am I going to do, kill them? Look at me, Mister Tesh. Do I look that nice?"
"You look like someone that needs to get outside and see the world. Now answer my question."
"No need to be hostile in tone, Mister Tesh. Okay, but promise you won't get your rocks off from it."
[Michael clears his throat]
"Remember the story of three little pigs? Each built its own house to be sturdy and neigh-impenetrable, especially to protect it from the big bad wolf."
"What does this have to do with---."
"But one of those pigs...one with the house of sticks...hid the most delicate of all secrets. Sometimes, Mister Tesh, the most infinitesimal things contain destructive packages. The stick piggy was one of them. We were so worried about the wolves, we couldn't see that any one of our fellowship would turn sides so quickly. So suddenly...."
[After writing small notes on what Jason's hinting at]
"So what does the 'piggy', as you're calling it, do?"
"I was the house of bricks. Strong, sturdy, durable...but enough about what the women said about me."
[A female's throat cleared behind the double-sided glass.]
"Mister Siva...."
"Shut up and listen. When I established the house of bricks, my trusted piggy, and I could mean that in more than one way, had dreams to use what we had to create a clandestine order. It was be branched away from where we had once laid as home. We were to bring light to the world...a world that forgot what the light is, but never will be, so long as pigs like the third exists."
"The third?"
"Only Sodel and I knew of his real name. Last I heard, he was less of a pig, and more of bison."
"You mean...!?"
"Yes. We knew that with our triad communion, we could accelerate the production of this grand order. We hoped for success with this young, potent warrior at our side. We were wrong, but in Sodel's case...dead wrong."