found herself absorbed into the atmosphere, looking at the scene around her in bewilderment.
She looked at the long table next to them, the place that Eli had actually been photographed at with the varying gang members. It was no coincidence that she had chosen this table. They wanted to be nearby when Eli started projecting his memories out.
All in all, it seemed that they were ready to go.
Owen, still stood up behind their target with his arms folded, pulled the black bag from the man's head. Eli Roth was underneath, staring out at Kate who was sitting almost directly opposite him at the table. She saw that he still looked like a teenager, even though the guy was almost in his thirties. Owen walked around from behind Eli and stepped into his line of sight, looking him dead in the eye as he came to a stop behind another chair at the table. He leant over onto it with both of his arms, whilst intimidatingly watching Eli.
This is odd. Thought Owen. He was used to his subjects being both confused and scared whilst they were in his custody. But not this guy. He's completely calm.
“Hi,” Eli said to Owen and Kate, radiating a relaxed aura as he spoke, not spooked out by his situation at all.
“You don’t seem overly concerned for yourself,” Owen replied back to him, noticing how Eli spoke. Calmly and emotionlessly. Archer stood there, trying to gauge the situation unfolding in front of him. Something’s not right.
“You were expecting me to panic? To ask where I am?” Eli questioned coldly before continuing. ”I know exactly where I am.”
Owen didn’t respond for a few seconds. Instead, he stood very still, continuously staring back at Eli, trying to show the man that in fact, he was the one in control.
“It’s not just a matter of where you are, Mr. Roth, it’s a matter of when you are. My name is Owen Archer. This is Kate Miles,” Owen said, gesturing his hand calmly in Kate's direction “We’re part of the FBI, with the technology capable of creating a completely digital world. A world which your consciousness can become a part of. I hope you remember the night of December 2nd, Mr. Roth, because believe it or not, that’s where we currently are. We’re inside one of your memories, re-living an event that you have been through. You’ll have a strange feeling in your stomach which you’ll need to ignore, that’s just called Deja Vu. Me and my team are here because we want information about the night of December 2nd. So help us fill in the blanks? We know that you met with confirmed gang associates here on this night, and we have proof.”
Owen clicked his fingers and surrounding them in thin air, the pictures that one of the police investigators took started floating in front of them. Owen watched for a moment without speaking as Eli stared at this picture emotionlessly. Seeing that this still wasn't providing any sort of reaction, Owen continued, taking a more forceful approach. “So, you’re either going to help us, or I’m going to start erasing your favourite memories, one by one. What do you choose?”
Eli sat staring back at both Owen and Kate. Before anyone broke the silence between them all, Eli turned and looked at the table to his left, to the place where he sat on the night in question.
“Believe it or not,” Owen said quietly, forcing Eli to turn and face him once again. “In this world, when I shoot you and kill you, whatever memory you’re living in gets wiped. But you’re not dead, you’ll just wake up out there in the real world with a piece of you missing. Then I’ll throw you back in here and keep chipping away at you until there’s nothing left. So are you with me or against me?”
Kate seemed surprised by the sheer brute force that Owen was exerting on Eli. It was all a part of his game. Hit them hard, and hit them fast. Owen wasn’t a bad person, but when you were dealing with people like Eli, it didn’t work to play the good guy.
“Okay,” Eli responded
She looked at the long table next to them, the place that Eli had actually been photographed at with the varying gang members. It was no coincidence that she had chosen this table. They wanted to be nearby when Eli started projecting his memories out.
All in all, it seemed that they were ready to go.
Owen, still stood up behind their target with his arms folded, pulled the black bag from the man's head. Eli Roth was underneath, staring out at Kate who was sitting almost directly opposite him at the table. She saw that he still looked like a teenager, even though the guy was almost in his thirties. Owen walked around from behind Eli and stepped into his line of sight, looking him dead in the eye as he came to a stop behind another chair at the table. He leant over onto it with both of his arms, whilst intimidatingly watching Eli.
This is odd. Thought Owen. He was used to his subjects being both confused and scared whilst they were in his custody. But not this guy. He's completely calm.
“Hi,” Eli said to Owen and Kate, radiating a relaxed aura as he spoke, not spooked out by his situation at all.
“You don’t seem overly concerned for yourself,” Owen replied back to him, noticing how Eli spoke. Calmly and emotionlessly. Archer stood there, trying to gauge the situation unfolding in front of him. Something’s not right.
“You were expecting me to panic? To ask where I am?” Eli questioned coldly before continuing. ”I know exactly where I am.”
Owen didn’t respond for a few seconds. Instead, he stood very still, continuously staring back at Eli, trying to show the man that in fact, he was the one in control.
“It’s not just a matter of where you are, Mr. Roth, it’s a matter of when you are. My name is Owen Archer. This is Kate Miles,” Owen said, gesturing his hand calmly in Kate's direction “We’re part of the FBI, with the technology capable of creating a completely digital world. A world which your consciousness can become a part of. I hope you remember the night of December 2nd, Mr. Roth, because believe it or not, that’s where we currently are. We’re inside one of your memories, re-living an event that you have been through. You’ll have a strange feeling in your stomach which you’ll need to ignore, that’s just called Deja Vu. Me and my team are here because we want information about the night of December 2nd. So help us fill in the blanks? We know that you met with confirmed gang associates here on this night, and we have proof.”
Owen clicked his fingers and surrounding them in thin air, the pictures that one of the police investigators took started floating in front of them. Owen watched for a moment without speaking as Eli stared at this picture emotionlessly. Seeing that this still wasn't providing any sort of reaction, Owen continued, taking a more forceful approach. “So, you’re either going to help us, or I’m going to start erasing your favourite memories, one by one. What do you choose?”
Eli sat staring back at both Owen and Kate. Before anyone broke the silence between them all, Eli turned and looked at the table to his left, to the place where he sat on the night in question.
“Believe it or not,” Owen said quietly, forcing Eli to turn and face him once again. “In this world, when I shoot you and kill you, whatever memory you’re living in gets wiped. But you’re not dead, you’ll just wake up out there in the real world with a piece of you missing. Then I’ll throw you back in here and keep chipping away at you until there’s nothing left. So are you with me or against me?”
Kate seemed surprised by the sheer brute force that Owen was exerting on Eli. It was all a part of his game. Hit them hard, and hit them fast. Owen wasn’t a bad person, but when you were dealing with people like Eli, it didn’t work to play the good guy.
“Okay,” Eli responded
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