The air seems thick, almost as if it's pushing down on us. Measuring his reaction I can see conflict written all over his face. Which is a noticeably good sign. Because deep down I believe that Will is a good person but like everyone there is always layers to someone. And sadly for Will his layers are much deeper, darker and fragmented. His reality intertwined with Dr Wilson. Barely a year ago Dr Jake Wilson was some distant messiah figure for the government, that's what everyone thought, well made to think, except for a certain few. However, getting to know more about the Dr than the average person I am fully aware on how he was used, however, something doesn't make sense and he isn't telling me. For now all I can do is put it to the back of my mind and figure it out later. "Maybe I am, if I am, would it change anything?" Will questions almost snapping me out of my trance. Questions? Of course it changes things I think to myself, everything is different now. "Not overall, I'm fully aware what having me on your side means" he clarifies. "I mean, us."
The fog slowly drifting throughout the streets, almost as if it wants to escape. "Aside from the fact you are a world-renowned individual he was the execution of the government pretty much. It's still you Will, and Noah. You are all one and the same. It's tragically beautiful, three people I have met, all with different views and experiences yet all the same. But no, I still like you Will." Rose states. "I like you as well Rose, but right now. My life, if I can even call it a life. It doesn't feel real, it feels forged, carefully pieced together to create me now. I remember things, a lot of things. Slowly coming back into my mind. And my god what atrocities Dr Wilson, or should I say. I. Have done." Will speaks through a ragged breath almost as if he is contemplating the very meaning of existence and morality. "I feel like I have to do so much to repent, to make good for myself" He finishes as he begins slowly walking away gesturing her to follow. "The first step in changing, is acknowledgement" Rose states.
Walking through a hallway and into a room filled with laptops I cannot help but wonder where this aimless walk got us, it was just silence between the two of us. Not oppressing silence or awkward silence. Just a comfortable yet acknowledging silence. "I have an idea to give us an advantage, I can log in to a computer as Dr Wilson, god I should stop saying that, Jake. I mean Jake. Anyway, by logging in I can hopefully find information which can help us" Will says taking a seat by a computer. Pulling up a seat beside him I see him click open a folder labelled authorised operations. What I am about to see, what we are about to see is probably only known by very few in detail, but at the same time Will, Jake. Might already know deep down. "Do you know what's in the folder?" I query Will softly. "Some, maybe all, maybe only a few missions" he responds quickly. Looking at the screen is a list of documents, all different versions but all neatly ordered and labelled from military deployments to civilian relocation orders. Opening them all and scanning over the contents it gets worse and worse, from experimental trials being authorised to entire settlements being evacuated. But what's really odd is they all contain another signature, not the government one or a military one from my knowledge. Simply just a black insignia. Then glancing down the screen I see something, another folder with no name just a symbol, the same black insignia. One which I have never seen before today. With such a strange symbol. "What's that?" I question pointing at the screen, seeing him look down I see his eyes widen ever so slightly then return back to normal. "I don't actually know, but I feel I've seen that symbol somewhere before, but it was another signature on all the other files, who on earth could it be from." As he goes down to click on it a screen pops up. Asking for another password. What on earth could be behind this folder for it needs to be protected by another password. "Do you even know what the password could be?" I question almost rhetorically as he should know, because the same person who set the password god knows how many years ago is sitting right here, albeit in a different identity. If one could say that. Seeing him type something into the keyboard then looking back up at the screen I notice the folders being accessed, with few documents in. He clicks on the first one, a classification page from a document made years ago. But before that I need to know what the password was, "What was the password?" I ask, a multitude of questions, but I need to know the answers. Then his answer came. "I don't actually know, it felt as if it was just muscle memory kicking in." Well that is unbelievably dull, however kind of funny in a way, probably one of the best kept secrets known to the world accessed through muscle memory. Getting back on track we scroll down the document reading till we reach the bottom where one line screams out to us as if warning us of danger. 'From here, the internal authority will control the actions of government personnel for the greater good, and if need be disregard the wills of today's government.' Just below signed by the same symbol. "Will..." I mutter out barely a whisper. Internal authority, today's government. How long have they been around, what are they, where are they, who are they. "I think, I remember something about them Rose, but this stays between me and you. And no matter how you feel, this needs to be known by you. I feel I may know this internal authority. I remember being told something by them, they told be to make an injection for the military... for a rebellion they were planning"
As his voice fills the room so does the sound of orders being barked and people running.