"Cynicism is a tool you have acquired over time... And it is just. But I must say that if you look around the room, you shall see armed guards." Fat Dog gestured, and several heavily armed men took some steps forward. "Rest Assured, I am Fat Dog, and I can confirm you are here for a reason, although it is primarily for my amusement."
Fat Dog began to explain, "I brought you here, because we have jeopardised your lives. You had not part in Captain Daryvich's blunders, nor any affiliation with the state that we would class as dangerous to us. We have nearly killed you, and imprisoned you... These barriers have been overcome by my intervention, but there is one price all of you have to pay."
The screens in the room flashed images, of all of the prisoner's faces and their files. "Due to you having been on a train of which was taken by the ILSA, which has been confirmed by some soldiers you apparently spared, you are now wanted for treason and affiliation with a terrorist group by the USSR. You are now fugitives."
"You will now receive a fate worse than death if caught, you shall be taken to one of Klonov's interrogation and execution cells. I think everyone has heard tales of them..."
Lukas shuddered at the thought, Fat Dog continued.
"Due to no fault of your own, all of you are marked for death. Your lives have been torn to shreds. Although most of you have already lost all chance of normalcy by the reasons you were on the train, there are some..." Fat Dog pointed towards Sergei Baranov, "...Who have lost much from this. Normally I would be out of my power to do anything, but due to me having access to the Uninet's classified channels and of Jakrous Kiech's surveillance databases, I know everything that you have ever done that could be called important."
"Having found out all about you... I have come to a conclusion. A conclusion which shall save you. I shall completely erase your files from the Soviet's database, I shall make it that in the Bolshevik's eyes that you have never existed. You will disappear from their reality. In exchange for that, I will utilize your talents which I have learnt of in your files to their full potential. You will join the ILSA."
"I offer you a choice; become like us, fugitives, revolutionaries, terrorists. Or we drop you off in Svobodny, where you were supposed to go- Klonov's men will inflict horrors upon you worse than death. I offer you a choice. I offer you two doors."
"Questions?"
Fat Dog began to explain, "I brought you here, because we have jeopardised your lives. You had not part in Captain Daryvich's blunders, nor any affiliation with the state that we would class as dangerous to us. We have nearly killed you, and imprisoned you... These barriers have been overcome by my intervention, but there is one price all of you have to pay."
The screens in the room flashed images, of all of the prisoner's faces and their files. "Due to you having been on a train of which was taken by the ILSA, which has been confirmed by some soldiers you apparently spared, you are now wanted for treason and affiliation with a terrorist group by the USSR. You are now fugitives."
"You will now receive a fate worse than death if caught, you shall be taken to one of Klonov's interrogation and execution cells. I think everyone has heard tales of them..."
Lukas shuddered at the thought, Fat Dog continued.
"Due to no fault of your own, all of you are marked for death. Your lives have been torn to shreds. Although most of you have already lost all chance of normalcy by the reasons you were on the train, there are some..." Fat Dog pointed towards Sergei Baranov, "...Who have lost much from this. Normally I would be out of my power to do anything, but due to me having access to the Uninet's classified channels and of Jakrous Kiech's surveillance databases, I know everything that you have ever done that could be called important."
"Having found out all about you... I have come to a conclusion. A conclusion which shall save you. I shall completely erase your files from the Soviet's database, I shall make it that in the Bolshevik's eyes that you have never existed. You will disappear from their reality. In exchange for that, I will utilize your talents which I have learnt of in your files to their full potential. You will join the ILSA."
"I offer you a choice; become like us, fugitives, revolutionaries, terrorists. Or we drop you off in Svobodny, where you were supposed to go- Klonov's men will inflict horrors upon you worse than death. I offer you a choice. I offer you two doors."
"Questions?"
