Post by Fiona Kingsleigh on Jan 20, 2016 21:44:14 GMT -5
"Who the heck are you and how did you detect my presence? Btw don't bother tracing me, it'll never work. I will never stop until all of us are safe from you."
Post by Frank Rook on Jan 20, 2016 22:19:20 GMT -5
I don't have to trace you, I already know where you are. But I'm sure you're already tracing me. I found you because I do the same thing you do. Look for answers. Cover your tracks better, or someone worse than me will notice.
Post by Fiona Kingsleigh on Jan 20, 2016 22:40:14 GMT -5
You're one of the few people that can actually detect my tracks. Surprisingly, the other was also an aging Company Man...
I highly doubt you're looking for answers, considering you're accessing the database with an authentic Company ID. That's some access you've got too. These files are locked tight, and locked deeeeeeep, and your access to them is unlimited it appears. If you know my name, then you know why I'm here.
This just leaves me wondering... why is a Director-level agent looking at decade-old files from a failed program?
Post by Frank Rook on Jan 20, 2016 23:35:43 GMT -5
I'm rethinking my philosophy on life. And that makes me rethink the things the Company has done, during my employment, before it, and after it. That means finding people like you, and... Making amends, so to speak.
Post by Fiona Kingsleigh on Jan 21, 2016 22:45:39 GMT -5
If making amends means what your Agent Moretti did, then spare me.
You people kidnapped me and my sister, and turned me into some grotesque weapon of war. We were all discarded when we became too dangerous. We were powerless, and our childhoods and memories lost. Yet, we survived, and became contributing members of society, set to live out our lives knowing not what the Company did. I seeked no vengeance. I only wanted to leave with my sister. I didn't even care that all my powers were sealed away.
All I wanted was to live out my life with my family and friends, to experience love when I never had it for a decade. Your Agent Moretti wouldn't even grant me that much.
I won't let him, or you, do the same to my sister, or to any of my "siblings" that went through that hell with me, living out their lives peacefully out there.
So please, give me one reason why I shouldn't scrub all of our records clean from the Company archives so the others could never be found.
By all means, do it. The Company may have done some bad in the past, but it's nothing compared to the direction it's heading in. I'm not your enemy, and I'm not with the Company anymore. Trace me signal, you'll see that I'm close by. Come find me, if you want answers. And more importantly, to make things right.