Recon

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Recon is the eigth video in the dehteraew video series, a component of the Maddison Atkins ARG.

Transcript

(Linc is sitting in his car.)

Linc: I'm officially out of clothes. I've been staying here way longer than I wanted. Basically, I've been staking out this place for a few days. I think I'm getting a little paranoid. But I can't shake the feeling that my supposed "detour" was them trying to box me in to a smaller town. Possible. Alright, so here's the deal. Earlier this year, the gas station owner on the other side of this interpass, he was arrested by the feds in a major sting operation. The guy was looking to sell missles or whatever to his fellow Mujahadin in Iraq. And apparently, he ended up selling it to an FBI agent. Now here's the strange part. I came in contact with this man when we were doing a training op out here. Our job was to capture him quietly and police was an after thought out here, so we really didn't have to worry about raising an alarm unless we screwed up big time. So everything went just perfectly to plan. He had a few guards, nothing major. We'd take him to a... you know, drop him off in a van at a predetermined location and let our handler handle him. Two days later, I staked out the place. There he was, behind the register, as if nothing had happened. So my question is, how does someone in the Order get snapped by the Feds on terrorist charges?

(Cuts to a gas station parking lot.)

Linc: This is the only way in. It's not a freeway. There's no way in, there's no way out. It's barbed wire.

(Linc walks into the parking lot.)

Linc: Okay... it looks closed. The pumps are definately not working.

(Zooms in on some large tanks.)

Linc: Here's the weird thing. Those look like they just got lost last night. With this thing supposedly closed, why do they have brand new Diesel trucks out here? This gas has already been pumped out and sent elsewhere.

(Zooms in on a Jeep.)

Linc: Yeah flammable. No kidding.

(Cuts back to Linc's face.)

Linc: Well it looks pretty deserted, but not quite. Looks like someone keeps coming through here. I don't know, I got a feeling that someone's out here, waiting for me. I had to get rid of my gun. It was registered in my name. I had to ditch it. So basically, I'm stuck with a starter pistol and a Swiss army knife. I bet McGuiver didn't have to go through this shit! Whatever, let's go to work!

(Linc walks into the gas station and looks around.)

Linc: I'm stuck out here. Okay, I've found enough, let's go.

Unseen male: Hey!

(Two gunshots are heard.)

Linc: Oh shit.