“Maria? Alex? Kyle? Where the hell are we? Guys?” Liz stammers and I've never been more happy to hear her speak in all my life. That lets me know she's alright. I'm about to ask about the others when Alex's voice rings out,"We are all back to back, constrained, in the middle of a white room, nine by seven meters long in a secret government agency building" He states matter of factly. How the hell does he know? "What?"
I'd recognize that yelp anywhere. It's clearly Kyle. I'm glad to hear he's fine. "Alex what on Earth did you just say? And what are we doing in a government agency building?!" My sentiments exactly.
"The agents are experimenting on us" I feel like I'm stuck in a bad episode of 'The Twilight Zone'. Poor Alex even seems to scare himself for he exclaims in a half question half rant."Ok what the hell is going on?!"
He pauses to gather up a sharp intake of breath. "Girls are you two ok?" He inquires concern lacing underneath his worried tone. Evaluating my situation I reply hastely, "Well, I'm confined to something and it's not by red fuzzy handcuffs and Brad Pitt is no where to be found. So... it's pretty safe to say this is not the bondage fantasy I had in mind." I reply with a nervous giggle. Leave it to me to joke at a time like this.
"I feel fine for the most part. A little sore like I've been poked and proded." I examine myself looking for any signs of foul play. I am in fact still reasonably intact. Trying not to hyperventilate I say "I'm freaking out here. This is way too X fileish for me." Taking notice that they didn't even leave me my purse I growl in frustration. "Bastards didn't even leave me any Cypruss Oil."
