Controller 2: [forces Player 2 to start walking away] Your funeral, but I am not losing! I want my candy bar!
Player 1: [lands on knees] HEY! The fuck, man!?
Handler 1: [kicks Vault of Honesty] Same question, Player 1. Who was running Kennedy’s operation while he was in prison?
Player 1: [struggling] Can I… Shit, can I see if that vest is in there?
Handler 1: [sounding bored] No.
Player 1: [groans] Fuck. Shit. No! I ain’t talkin’, man! I don’t care if you make my body do shit, you can’t make me talk.
Handler 1: [laughs] The night’s still young.
* * *
Player 3: [stumbles in the dark] What the fuck, man! You got us lost!
* * *
Controller 3: [finally reaches Checkpoint Two]
Handler 2: [flashes light]
Player 3: [jolts] SHIT. Okay. Okay, hi. Hello. What do I need to do and please tell me you have a map in that fucking thing! Whoever is controlling me keeps walking me into fucking streams and bushes with thorns! I have a pinecone stuck in my boot that he won’t let me fix!
Handler 2: [kicks Vault of Honesty] Kennedy’s operation continued while he was in prison. Who was running it?
Player 3: [looks at box, looks at Handler 2, looks at box again] ...is that a dinosaur wearing a cowboy hat?
Handler 2: [says nothing]
Player 3: [sighs] Corrigan. Agent Talbot Corrigan. He oversees the offices in the Midwest. The others probably wouldn’t know him or his name, but he visited my field office once and I have a thing for faces.
Handler 2: [reaches into Vault, produces water bottle] You’re a U.S. Marshal?
Player 3: [takes bottle] Do I get another prize if I answer that?
Handler 2: [pulls out granola bar]
Player 3: [groans but nods] Former. Got caught drinking on the job, which was why Kennedy hired me.
Handler 2: [hands Player 3 granola bar]
Controller 3: [over open comms] Player 3 is very cooperative. I'm going to need a bigger challenge.
Player 3: [mouth full] You’re making my legs work against my will in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night and you want a bigger challenge?!
Controller 3: [resumes marching Player 3 west]
[gunshot rings out]
Player 3: [goes down] Shit! Fuck! Motherfucker! I’ve been shot!
* * *
Controller 1: Nice shot. Where’d you get him?
Controller 2: In the leg.
