Can anyone trust anything? I clear my throat gently, and say “Why do you need backup?”
Alice looks unhappy. “There are under-currents, here. I don’t know how big the hotel is, or how many people it contains. I’ve never even heard of anyone who managed to find a limit. You can always find your room quickly, and you can always find reception, but otherwise… I heard of one guy who wandered for a week straight. Its a maze here. And it has monsters.”
What? What the hell now?
“Not literally,” she says quickly, and I can feel my face warming a bit as some blood returns. “At least, not as far as I know. But there are all sorts of groups here.”
“Like prison gangs,” I suggest.
“Yeah, something like that. Some of them are nasty. Really nasty. And…”
“You’ve got them pissed at you?” The idea appeals to me. Something actual. Something I might be able to do a bit about.
“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. But…”
I nod. “But something’s up. I understand.” She looks hesitant. There’s more. “What did you do?”
“Nothing! That is, it wasn’t my… No. Not without something back.” She looks straight into my eyes. My freaky, pink eyes. “We look out for each other. Deal?”
I meet her gaze without flinching, and say...
- "Only if you're the one in the white hat. I don't work with the bad guys." (55%)
- "Alright. I could do with an ally." (36%)
- "No. I don't need your problems." (9%)
- "You can trust me with your life." (0%)
Voting Closes at: August 19, 2009 @ 1:00 pm
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