Tuesday
ROUND 1
Barack Obama Private Spaceflight Complex
Hangar no. 8
Merrit Island, FL
You are now: FILIPINO JANITOR, ZIXINUS, PHANT, ETERNAL FREEDOM, CREEPY RUSSIAN GUY and SUAVE PLAYBOY.
You are STUCK in a HANGAR OFFICE. It is PAST MIDNIGHT. It is VERY HOT. Also VERY HUMID. There are ARMED RUSSIANS pretty much EVERYWHERE. They are ANGRY. Also HUMORLESS.
There is much PANIC when PYOTR announces he will START to CUT OFF FINGERS if you can't PAY an EXTRAORDINARILY HUGE SUM OF MONEY in a VERY SHORT TIME. CREEPY RUSSIAN guy asks the OBVIOUS QUESTION about the STATE of your FINANCES while SUAVE PLAYBOY claims DESPERATELY that he has NOTHING TO DO with you. He OFFERS a RUSSIAN his COCAINE. The RUSSIAN takes the COCAINE and LEAVES the HANGAR OFFICE.
CREEPY RUSSIAN GUY SIGHS and TAKES the AMEX from ETERNAL FREEDOM. He uses the TABLET to do STRANGE THINGS and CLAIMS your trouble will SOON be OVER. The BILL is probably going to be EXTRAORDINARY, though.
Having DONE that, CREEPY RUSSIAN GUY orders some CHINESE TAKEOUT and RETURNS to PHOTOGRAPHING the SPACEPLANE MANUAL he FOUND.
ETERNAL FREEDOM asks PYOTR if you can INSPECT the SPACEPLANE. IOSEF GRUNTS but PYOTR AGREES DISMISSIVELY. You are LET into the MAIN HANGAR.
You are in the HANGAR. There is an ACTUAL SPACEPLANE. It is MAGNIFICIENT. You are in AWE of its RIGID STRENGTH and HIDDEN POWER. It has been LOVINGLY MAINTAINED. It still has the LOGO of ALTEA AEROSPACE on its FUSELAGE.
Suddenly a WHITE GUY appears. He is CARRYING a HUGE BAG of CHINESE TAKEOUT. He demands PAYMENT. ARMED RUSSIANS DRAG him INSIDE thinking him to be a FEDERAL AGENT. They take up DEFENSIVE POSITIONS expecting an AMBUSH. IOSEF is angrily MOVING towards your GROUP. He seems ANGRY.
What do you do? _
Mobile County Sherrif's Office
510 South Royal Street
Mobile, AL
You are now: RI'ANN SHAPP.
You are in a COMFORTABLY ENHANCED INTERROGATION ROOM. It is VERY COMFORTABLE. You are still WEARING your HOSPITAL GOWN. There is no CHAMPAGNE nor COOKIES. There is a COUCH. There is a HUMORLESS FEDERAL AGENT. There HUMORLESS FEDERAL AGENT is SITTING across the TABLE from YOU. He seems ANGRY. He does not BELIEVE your STORY. He was GRILLING you throughout the NIGHT. You are DEAD TIRED. You hear a MAN BEGGING for his LIFE from NEXT DOOR.
HUMORLESS FEDERAL AGENT SLAPS a DIET COKE on the TABLE.
HUMORLESS FEDERAL AGENT Says: Your story does not make sense, but my superiors are tired of this game. Let's say we believe you don't know where the spaceplane is. Here's a phone. Get us the location from your supposed scamming employers, and you won't visit Guantanamo Base Happy Fun Activity Camp. This is will be the only offer I will ever make.
You can take it, or I can turn the AC all the way up. Your choice!
What do you do? _