Controller 1: [checks feed] ...carry on.
Player 3: [screaming in agony] WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!
* * *
Controller 2: [marches Player 2 deeper into the eastern section]
Player 2: [stumbling] You made me shoot him! Holy fuck, lady? I thought it was going to be a rubber bullet or a paintball!
Controller 2: [stops Player 2] Quit your bitching. If you keep shouting and give away your location, you’re going to be next!
Player 2: [clamps mouth closed]
Controller 2: [turns in circle]
Player 2: [whispers] Please, for the love of God, just… I don’t want to die! I thought this was just some twisted nerdy game or maybe even a fetish thing, but I really, really don’t want to die.
Controller 2: [heads north] Then maybe you’ll answer a question at the next Checkpoint.
* * *
Handler 1: [flashes light] Welcome to Checkpoint Three.
Player 1: [gasping for breath] How…the…fuck…did…you…beat…me…here?
Handler 1: [makes a waving hand gesture] Magic!
Player 1: [still gasping] Jesus. Water… Please, I need water…
Handler 1: [does not move to assist] Answer my question and I’ll see what I can do. We know Kennedy’s partner inside the USMS is Agent Talbot Corrigan.
Player 1: [pauses] Corrigan? What? No shit.
Handler 1: [pauses] Are you an agent or former agent?
Player 1: [shakes head, still gasping] I never made it through training. Kennedy hired me to help him on the side. I had no idea WHAT that help was going to look like! I’m innocent. I swear.
Handler 1: [raises eyebrow] So says one of three men who were sent to capture a woman and hold her against her will?
Player 1: [swallows hard] Um, does that count as another question?
* * *
Player 3: [groans in pain] Stop! Stop! I need help! I need a hospital! I’ve been shot!
Controller 3: [keeps moving Player 3 forward] ‘tis but a flesh wound.
[more gunshots ring out]
Player 3: [panics but forced to keep moving] This is fucking insane, dude! Just stop! I’ll tell you everything you want to know! Just stop!
[more gunshots]
Controller 3: [turns Player 3 to the left] Oh! Checkpoint. Maybe you’ll quit your bitching if you get a band-aid.
Player 3: [groans] I need a hospital! The only reason I’m still standing is because you’re using these things on my joints to move me!
Handler 1: [flashes light] You’re alive. Congratulations.
