Viper 1-1, on standby.

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John POV:

???: "We're here. Out." He says as he shakes me

"Yeah, fucker, I got that far."

I get out of the car to see we're at a warehouse.

"Ah yes, of course, there's a goddamn warehouse!"

I see Mr. Trigger Happy come towards me, with a white mask not far behind.

Mr. Triggerhappy: "That's him." He says as he points at me.

Two white masks come up to me and punch me to the ground. Someone comes and screams at them.

???: "I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING, THAT'S MY JOB!" I take a good look at him and he's wearing a plague doctor outfit.

"Hey fucko!"

Plague: "The fuck you need little twat, can't you see this guy needs a little push in order to tell me why the fuck he did that?" He says as he stops approaching one of the White Masks

"Nice outfit, buy it off of EBay?" He sighs and paces towards the White Mask faster and when he reaches him, grabs him and beats him up.

Grey Mask: "Hey, hey, hey, you're interrogating that dumbass!" He says as he points to me

He lets go of the White Mask and the Grey Mask helps him up.

He walks towards me.

Plauge: "WELL? WHERE'S MY EQUIPMENT?"

White Mask: "What equipment?"

Plauge: "THE EQUIPMENT TO INTERROGATE HIM!" He walks to the Grey Mask

Plauge: "Where did you put my shit?"

Grey Mask: "Still at the base." The doctor slams him onto the ground

Plauge: "I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU, TO SET MY SHIT UP. WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST TWO HOURS?" The white mask shivers in fear while the doctor grabs a pocket knife from his pocket and stabs the White Mask in the leg. All the White Masks put their guns up to him.

Plauge: "NOTHING HUH?" The Doctor gets up and grabs one of the White Masks guns

Plauge: "Don't even try." He rips the gun out of his hands and doesn't seem to notice the safety is on.

Plauge: "Now, go set up your best tools for interrogation."

WM: "But you have multip-" He slits the White Masks throat

Plauge: "SET SOME SHIT UP!"

I put my helmet, which is laying on the ground, cracked, and put it on.

"Call Charlie." I whisper to my helmet

T.P.I.R: "Yes sir."

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Charlie POV:

My helmet begins ringing, and the caller ID says John.

"John!"

John: "Hey man." His whispers sounds hurt and broken

"Where are you?"

John: "I don't fucking know. Here are my co'ords though." A beep happens and google maps is put on my overlay. I move it to a place where it doesn't obstruct my vision.

"John, whats going on?"

John: "I'm going to be interrorgated by those white mask fucko's. I see about... 15 of them."

"I'm sorry man, I'm getting your freinds to help."

John: "No, but... Fine. But when I get out of here, you're playing Forza with me."