Act 2: Wrenched Allen ((authors note)) ~thought/dream~
Roger awakened restrained still, but this time to a chair. Roger thought to himself "Childs play" ((yea we all know that)) Roger tried to wrestle free. The ropes were tighter than normal roping. "Shit it's steal cord!" The chair folded out into a table. "This is going to get ugly," thought the negotiator. Roger's hair was messed and he had a large bump on his head and still couldn't see very clearly. Roger heard insane amusement and laughter coming from the other side of the room, and footsteps on a hard marble floor. They belonged to Allen.
"What do you want with me Allen?" " he he, its not what I want with you, it's what I want with your mind." " Memories" Smith murmured " you're after my memories, but The Paradigm." Allen cut off Roger's voice. " We aren't exactly after your memories, Mr. Smith, More or less.. your nightmares." " My nightmares? We? Who else is with you?"
The man spoke out
" My Name is Dr. James Veedersburg, I am from..." " I don't care where you are from, tell me why do you rogues want my dreams!!!" " That is information I cannot expose" the doctor said doubtfully. " Tell me now! Or you're going to pay for this!" " Oh Shut up Mr. Negotiator" Allen said. " I would actually enjoy seeing you kill us on that table that you are tied to." ((*Evil mirth*))
Everything went black. Allen used a type of sleeping gas, it sent Roger into a sleeping frensy. Roger lay bonded to the table, out cold. Roger's nightmare revisited him. ~Once again the negotiator's thoughts raced, swirling paranoia, he saw the familiar bar code, the familiar bigheaded children, the over ripe, blood red tomatoes. Those tomatoes, they were the most important part of his chronic nightmare. It all started. when he had visited the Rosewater plantation. " Rosewater" Roger thought, "Alex Rosewater must have ordered this to happen. Why? Why do they want my dream.how did they know? What if they? What? They couldn't have! Could they have planted a tiny apparatus in all our minds to record dreams and memory recall? What? SHIT! What if they."~ Rogers thoughts where interrupted by a high voltage shock. The thoughts stopped his stream of thought. "Now, now Roger, lets not think like that." Allen said, "It's sad.why doesn't the Paradigm Corporation just brainwash him and make him into another political drone?" Meanwhile at the Smith estate Dastun was in there, examining the crime scene. "Dorothy?" "What is it Norman?" "Have you seen Master Roger?" " What are you talking about Norman?" " I'm asking about Master Roger's whereabouts?" " He has been kidnapped, do you not remember? Are you feeling okay Norman?" " Yes, Dorothy I am okay. I know that he was abducted. But has the military police found anything yet?" " No we haven't, this looks bad, defiantly not dealing with a rookie. A true pro did this. It may take a while, and I'm not promising you anything but I'll try to get Mr. Smith back ASAP." the cornel spoke out. The gray-haired butler stood looking dejected. "Thank you, Officer your help is greatly appreciated."
Roger awakened restrained still, but this time to a chair. Roger thought to himself "Childs play" ((yea we all know that)) Roger tried to wrestle free. The ropes were tighter than normal roping. "Shit it's steal cord!" The chair folded out into a table. "This is going to get ugly," thought the negotiator. Roger's hair was messed and he had a large bump on his head and still couldn't see very clearly. Roger heard insane amusement and laughter coming from the other side of the room, and footsteps on a hard marble floor. They belonged to Allen.
"What do you want with me Allen?" " he he, its not what I want with you, it's what I want with your mind." " Memories" Smith murmured " you're after my memories, but The Paradigm." Allen cut off Roger's voice. " We aren't exactly after your memories, Mr. Smith, More or less.. your nightmares." " My nightmares? We? Who else is with you?"
The man spoke out
" My Name is Dr. James Veedersburg, I am from..." " I don't care where you are from, tell me why do you rogues want my dreams!!!" " That is information I cannot expose" the doctor said doubtfully. " Tell me now! Or you're going to pay for this!" " Oh Shut up Mr. Negotiator" Allen said. " I would actually enjoy seeing you kill us on that table that you are tied to." ((*Evil mirth*))
Everything went black. Allen used a type of sleeping gas, it sent Roger into a sleeping frensy. Roger lay bonded to the table, out cold. Roger's nightmare revisited him. ~Once again the negotiator's thoughts raced, swirling paranoia, he saw the familiar bar code, the familiar bigheaded children, the over ripe, blood red tomatoes. Those tomatoes, they were the most important part of his chronic nightmare. It all started. when he had visited the Rosewater plantation. " Rosewater" Roger thought, "Alex Rosewater must have ordered this to happen. Why? Why do they want my dream.how did they know? What if they? What? They couldn't have! Could they have planted a tiny apparatus in all our minds to record dreams and memory recall? What? SHIT! What if they."~ Rogers thoughts where interrupted by a high voltage shock. The thoughts stopped his stream of thought. "Now, now Roger, lets not think like that." Allen said, "It's sad.why doesn't the Paradigm Corporation just brainwash him and make him into another political drone?" Meanwhile at the Smith estate Dastun was in there, examining the crime scene. "Dorothy?" "What is it Norman?" "Have you seen Master Roger?" " What are you talking about Norman?" " I'm asking about Master Roger's whereabouts?" " He has been kidnapped, do you not remember? Are you feeling okay Norman?" " Yes, Dorothy I am okay. I know that he was abducted. But has the military police found anything yet?" " No we haven't, this looks bad, defiantly not dealing with a rookie. A true pro did this. It may take a while, and I'm not promising you anything but I'll try to get Mr. Smith back ASAP." the cornel spoke out. The gray-haired butler stood looking dejected. "Thank you, Officer your help is greatly appreciated."