So, Talking Heads is basically dialogue that weren't all that important for the chapters so I cut them and now stick them here. Think of this as an interlude between every couple chapters. You don't really have to read these but they give insight as to the thoughts of the characters as they talk (that's why it is called talking heads: talking heads is a scene where two or more characters just talk). Though I may give some exposition here and there but nothing too important.
"So, let me get this straight. You got to wake up everyday, put up a mask, kill mobsters, order pizza then revcieve a cheque in the mail?"
'Correct.'
"Fucking insane!" Sydney cackles. She thinks about being in Jackets shoes back in that time, living out life like that. "You shouldn't indulge on you heinous acts like that, have I not taught you better?" Richard asked condescendingly in Sydney place, mask and all.
Jacket stayed silent, knowing this wasn't real.
"You're name is not Jacket."
He remained still.
"You are responsible."
"For what?" Jacket asked, his voice same as his cassette player. "Being forced to kill or leading the destruction of Miami?"
"This is much bigger." He was talking to himself and he knew this.
He glared at Richard with disdain.
"You know how this must end."
"I've defied fate before. How am I sittng hereally now?"
"This road ends in blood." Richard finishes with. Sydney returns. "Jacket? Jacket?!"
He snapped awake and glanced at Sydney, signalling he was indeed still alive.
"The 'Ghost Wolves'?! You were alive back then. Do you know anything about them?"
'The Ghost Wolves were an elite military unit which operated during the Russo-American War of 1985 in Honolulu, Miami that captured 5 Soviet strongholds and a power plant with just the four of them. Two were killed and one injured. The identities of these men at u- *click*. The Masked Maniac Murders were a ser-.' He looked at her, hoping she would connect the dots.
"Erhm...what?"
'The Ghost Wolves *tape rewind* identiti- *click*. Masked Maniac M-'
"Not following..."
Jacket sighed, feeling that he could show at least that much of his voice.
Well, anyone who doesn't know about the lore of Hotline Miami will not understand the bulk of this paragraph so damn.
