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I stand up and say, "I wouldn't go that far Wallace." He just kind of raises an eyebrow at me and say, "What I don't think you want me using your proper title here now do you? What should I call you?"
He nods and says, "Go on for now. Let me hear your story."
I reply, "Well then see as you know..." I look at the young man and say, "you of course may not know that much about me but you're about to learn. Anyway I grew up as part of the privileged class and thought nothing of how my life was going, but then I got a job at the Information Command Center. I was told to make certain highlights fit a certain narrative form. That of being the right of the privileged to reign over the lessers, and I then began to question certain aspects of my job as a propaganda officer. There is so much that I was blind to for so long, and I regret every moment of it. Last night at the party I was hoping to either be kidnapped or killed to escape from there."
I close my eyes and let an exhale out. I open them back up and look at Wallace and say, "The things that I have seen the lies I've had to tell. It's not worth it to see others oppressed and broken. I can't do it any more I want to help. I realize that this will put me into direct conflict with my family and endanger my life, but I am prepared to do that to make a difference for the next generation. Please let me help I can be a valued resource. I have access to information that no one else does I want to help."
Martin studies me for a moment and then just says, "Okay."
I look at him and ask, "Okay what?"
He replies, "Okay. I believe you..." he smirks and says, "Ellen and the name is Martin. I'm somewhat of an expert when it comes to interrogations and reading people. I believe you're sincere. However you have a lot of people to convince besides me. It's going to take a lot more than just a good story to convince the leaders of the revolution that you are sincere. Meet me at my office at 2 pm tomorrow we'll talk."
I nod and say, "Fair enough. Now if you don't mind can one of you help me out of here."
Martin looks at me and says, "One of the things you'll learn in our operation is how to help yourself." He looks at Charles and says, "Good night." He looks back at me and smirks as he walks away.
I roll my eyes and it takes a try or two but I manage to finally get out of the dumpster. I say to Charles, "I'll be sure to stop by the library sometime, I forgot how wonderful it feels to hold a book in my hands and to turn the pages. I actually envy you on many levels concerning your job."
I look around and see that most of the action is dying out and say, "I think it's safe for us to go now." I go over to a manhole cover and remove it. I look to Charles and say, "Would you mind covering this up when I leave? Thank you and hope we get to talk a bit more in depth sometime."
With that I am gone. Now though being in the sewers is a bit of a challenge, but one of the advantages of my device from the office is a GPS. Within minutes I have a route back to my office planned out. If anyone asks I'll just tell them I was covering the story of the raid and that should do it.
I get back into my office and the video i took this evening I put a copy on a separate drive, and erase the one off of my device. After three showers I think I finally got the stench of the dumpster off of me. As I sit in my darkened office I try to think of something I can do to convince the revolution I am on their side, and then it hits me.
I smile and begin going through some of the files and nod as I find what I am looking for,