talking about. Up until this point, Owen had noticed that the questions that Victoria had been asking were purely out of necessity. She needed the information to form a clear picture in her head of everything that he was involved in. But now, Owen had her interested, and she was finally asking questions that were completely outside the box.
“Neuroleptic Tracer,” Archer answered.
“Neuroleptic Tracer?” Her eyebrows frowned together as she repeated his answer back to him.
“It’s a drug," Owen said. "A combination of a knock-out stimulant and a synapse blocker. The effects are two-fold. Firstly, it renders the subject unconscious for up to four hours. We use dart guns to administer it. It’s absolutely key that we’re not seen before the drug is in the system. It takes a few minutes for the effects to kick in. Then it’s just a simple snatch and grab operation.”
“Is that legal?” Victoria asked, sounding slightly shocked at the method.
“My FBI badge said so.”
She gave him a questioning look, seeming disgusted in these tactics. Owen shuffled in the uncomfortable chair beneath him as she wrote on her notepad. “And secondly?” she asked.
“Secondly, the subject can’t form any new memories for twenty-four hours once the drug is in their system. It prevents them from remembering anything about PRoGRaM, as well as who we are. By the time we’re done with them, we put them back in their homes. They wake up, and they don’t remember a thing. To them, they just have a day of their lives unaccounted for. We like to leave empty bottles of whiskey around, or maybe a few LSD tablets, to make them think it’s self-inflicted.”
“I see. It seems like you’ve got it all figured out.”
“This is the real-black ops stuff,” Owen said to her, leaning in closer over the table between them. “In the end, it’s like we were never even there.”
Chapter Six
Date: December 8th 2035
Location: PRoGRaM
The epic drum and bass, hip hop and dub-step clash of music filled every space of the room all around them. The crazy swarm of lights, lasers and sounds seemed to overload every single one of the senses. Owen and Kate made their way across one of the many dance floors of Echo Nightclub, inconspicuously dragging a third person in tow. With a bag over his head and his hands cuffed behind his back, the three of them looked completely out of place surrounded by an ocean of people dancing all around them.
Conveniently for them though, nobody else in the room would ever notice.
They moved their way through the ocean of dancers and as far away from the loud music as possible. Owen genuinely thought about asking Nick to drop the realism by getting rid of all the avatars dancing around them and to turn down the music, but that would just collapse the experience. He needed this memory projection to go well, and he was going to have to put his lack of excitement for nightclub’s aside if he wanted results. Owen wanted Eli’s memory to be accurate, and only by putting him in the exact same position he was in before was he going to get results.
Kate led the way and Owen followed her, dragging Eli behind him. She moved up some stairs nearby, heading away from the main dance floor and up to an area surround by tables and comfy leather seats merging into the walls. The upstairs of this club was empty. Nick had left this area without any in-PRoGRaM scripted people around so that Owen and Kate had room to operate. Owen threw down the man that he had been dragging quite forcefully onto a chair nearby, and then proceeded to handcuff him to it. They were sitting at a table next to the balcony, overlooking the dance floor below.
He knew that Kate had wanted to bring her target up to this floor and to this specific place in the club for a reason. It was the same place that Eli had been spotted talking to the affiliates from the local gangs. She sat herself down at the same table Owen had handcuffed their target to. Kate
“Neuroleptic Tracer,” Archer answered.
“Neuroleptic Tracer?” Her eyebrows frowned together as she repeated his answer back to him.
“It’s a drug," Owen said. "A combination of a knock-out stimulant and a synapse blocker. The effects are two-fold. Firstly, it renders the subject unconscious for up to four hours. We use dart guns to administer it. It’s absolutely key that we’re not seen before the drug is in the system. It takes a few minutes for the effects to kick in. Then it’s just a simple snatch and grab operation.”
“Is that legal?” Victoria asked, sounding slightly shocked at the method.
“My FBI badge said so.”
She gave him a questioning look, seeming disgusted in these tactics. Owen shuffled in the uncomfortable chair beneath him as she wrote on her notepad. “And secondly?” she asked.
“Secondly, the subject can’t form any new memories for twenty-four hours once the drug is in their system. It prevents them from remembering anything about PRoGRaM, as well as who we are. By the time we’re done with them, we put them back in their homes. They wake up, and they don’t remember a thing. To them, they just have a day of their lives unaccounted for. We like to leave empty bottles of whiskey around, or maybe a few LSD tablets, to make them think it’s self-inflicted.”
“I see. It seems like you’ve got it all figured out.”
“This is the real-black ops stuff,” Owen said to her, leaning in closer over the table between them. “In the end, it’s like we were never even there.”
Chapter Six
Date: December 8th 2035
Location: PRoGRaM
The epic drum and bass, hip hop and dub-step clash of music filled every space of the room all around them. The crazy swarm of lights, lasers and sounds seemed to overload every single one of the senses. Owen and Kate made their way across one of the many dance floors of Echo Nightclub, inconspicuously dragging a third person in tow. With a bag over his head and his hands cuffed behind his back, the three of them looked completely out of place surrounded by an ocean of people dancing all around them.
Conveniently for them though, nobody else in the room would ever notice.
They moved their way through the ocean of dancers and as far away from the loud music as possible. Owen genuinely thought about asking Nick to drop the realism by getting rid of all the avatars dancing around them and to turn down the music, but that would just collapse the experience. He needed this memory projection to go well, and he was going to have to put his lack of excitement for nightclub’s aside if he wanted results. Owen wanted Eli’s memory to be accurate, and only by putting him in the exact same position he was in before was he going to get results.
Kate led the way and Owen followed her, dragging Eli behind him. She moved up some stairs nearby, heading away from the main dance floor and up to an area surround by tables and comfy leather seats merging into the walls. The upstairs of this club was empty. Nick had left this area without any in-PRoGRaM scripted people around so that Owen and Kate had room to operate. Owen threw down the man that he had been dragging quite forcefully onto a chair nearby, and then proceeded to handcuff him to it. They were sitting at a table next to the balcony, overlooking the dance floor below.
He knew that Kate had wanted to bring her target up to this floor and to this specific place in the club for a reason. It was the same place that Eli had been spotted talking to the affiliates from the local gangs. She sat herself down at the same table Owen had handcuffed their target to. Kate
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