Author's Note: ... I honestly have no response to this:) Oh, and sorry 'bout all the references. I promise this is the last (intentional) one. Also, I got the new companion book, whose title is too long to recreate, for Christmas, so I am happy:)
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"Wake up, Mr. Wetherall. Wake up." Milligan raised his tired eyes, and found himself peering into the rather lumpy face of Ledroptha Curtain. He awoke with a start, scrambling up off the dusty floor. Curtain brushed off his green plaid suit, and chuckled, an unsettling sound that bounced off the walls of the office.
"Mr. Wetherall, your situation is inescapable, so I recommend that you calm down, so we can get to business." Milligan spun around, eyeing the three Recruiters that now faced him. "Mr. Wetherall, may I remind you that I am over here, therefore you should be facing this way?" Milligan scoffed.
"Keep your ramblings to yourself, Curtain. Most people have surprisingly low tolerance for blabber." Milligan waited for a response, or even punishment, but it never came. He turned around slowly, holding his breath.
"Don't try anything stupid, Lawman."Said one of the Recruiters. Milligan stared at the man in the wheelchair, who was now fast asleep, snoring like an angel. No sooner had Milligan begun to take a step towards the door, however, did Curtain spring up, looking wildly about. His eyes settled on Milligan, and he smiled.
"Take him to the chamber." The Recruiters looked at each other, faces blank. Curtain closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply.
"The Whisperer chamber, you idiots! Where else would I ask you to take him?" He finished his screaming session, and the Recruiters scrambled over to Milligan, who had no choice to oblige as they dragged him dow the dark hallway, and through a door marked simply; Memories.
The door swunf open, and Milligan gasped. There, hanging limply from the ceiling, was a chair, suspended by tubes running from every direction imaginable, each pulsing with a different color, vibrating and humming. The chair itself was a gray color, with a helmet on the top, and coiled wires running from the back. Mr Curtain chuckled.
"Well boys, lets show Agent Wetherall here what my machine can do."