Interogation Room: Christopher Linx

Chris watched the guard leave before looking around the room. It was small, and looked exactly like the interrogation rooms in television.

"Come on, what's all this about?" he called to no one in particular. "You can't just lock me up for no reason! I've... Uh... Written lawyers before! I know my rights! Which, by the way, you didn't read me. Yeah! Just because I'm foreign doesn't mean I don't know about your laws!"

Chris gave up--clearly he wasn't going to get a response. He sat down, making sure his back was to the window. No reason to make this easy for them. While waited, he pulled out his laptop again. Strange they didn't take it from me he thought, opening up to his video diary.

"New development. I followed the instructions from the call exactly, and was promptly detained by the guard I was told to meet. I don't know what kind of game someone's playing, but it's certainly not off to a good start. I'll keep you updated on anything new.". Chris closed his laptop and put it back in his bag. He turned to give a cheery wave to the guy on the other side of the window before settling in to wait for someone to come and apologize for his treatment.

Luz entered the interrogation room followed by two guards.

“My apologies for the long wait, but we are the largest airport in the world and we couldn’t be busier this time of year. My name is Luz Vega, Head of Airport Security. The two gentlemen beside me are going to take your belongings for inspection. Don’t worry your items will be returned to you, after we have ourselves a little chat,” said Luz.

The guards grabbed what they came to get and exit the room. Luz pulled the empty chair back and sat, leaving enough room between the table and her self. She crossed the right leg over the other and folded arms across her chest. She looked at the time on her wrist-watch before speaking, “As you can imagine you’ve placed your self in a dangerous situation. What I don’t understand is why? Can you please explain to me how it is that you find your self here, with me?”

Chris eventually was joined by the woman, Luz Vega. As the security guards began to take his stuff, he started to protest, "Is that really...?" but gave up. He sat back down and turned to the woman across from him.

What I don’t understand is why? Can you please explain to me how it is that you find your self here, with me?”

"I got a letter, from some kook calling himself the Historian--whatever kind of name THAT is--with some cryptic clues about Hinduism and portals and the Age of Truth. At first I thought it was one of my friends playing some kind of joke on me, or a crazy dude who thought he knew the "secrets of our governments' wrongdoings" or something. I was going to ignore it, but I was stuck in my writing and decidedit would be interesting for a movie script or something to see what theletter was about. Normally I wouldn't come out this far, but I have a friend who works in Denver on some of your American shows, and if it turned out to be a bust I'd go see him about getting a freelance job over here."

Chris figured that should satisfy the woman. "See? No threats to security, or terrorist threats. Oh, and if anything happens to me, a copy of the letter and a transcript of the phone call that led me here are sitting at my house. IfI go missing, it'll take all of two minutes in my house to figure out where I went. And I'm sure you don't want people asking questions about your secret interview rooms for detaining innocent fliers."

Chris leaned back in his chair, deciding to appear confident even if this woman proably had dozens of ways to deal with his barely-threatening leverage.

Luz’s eyes stared blankly at Christopher Linx. She observed his body language, listened to speech patterns, and reactions, detecting the difference between a lie and the truth. His story matched the other travelers. But he knew more than he led on. She was disappointed he didn’t have the letter. She wanted to read it for herself.

"...If I go missing, it'll take all of two minutes in my house to figure out where I went. And I'm sure you don't want people asking questions about your secret interview rooms for detaining innocent fliers."

“We have enough conspiracy theories surrounding DIA already, what harm will it do if one more is added to the mix,” replied Vega. She remained collected and serious but she had made a joke of Mr Linx last remarked. “You are right, Mr. Lix, you’ve been played a cruel joke. I know you are innocent, and that you have no idea why you are here. You had writers block, you are looking for a new story, so you follow the directive of a recording from a ‘KooK’ (your word), and hoped on a plane from England to Denver, to meet a security officer who can tell you where to catch a train – did I get the story right so far, Mr. Lix? Did it ever occur to you that you may be exactly where you are supposed to be, Mr. Lix?”

Luz continued to say his name wrong intentionally. She was studying him, trying to get under his skin. She wanted more information, and she was sure Mr. Linx had researched, and deciphered the letter before he decided to hope on a plane and come to America. He mentioned the Age of Truth, and in her mind she made a mental note of it, but couldn’t connect where she heard these words before.

"It's Linx, Ms. Vega. My name is Christopher Linx. And if this IS where I'm supposed to be, then I was hoping you would tell me rather than interrogate me." He felt like the woman was playing games with him, but for all he knew this was how interrogations in secret underground complexes worked. "Besides, you just said it. It was a cruel joke. If you know I didn't do anything, maybe you could just let me go to see my friend and go find the person who sent me here. I mean, if you're this intense about me finding your super-secret underground complex--the one the internet is full of information on--then I'm sure you're very interested in knowing who knew enough about this place to get me here with a single, annoyingly vague letter."

He smiled. "You know, I'd be perfectly happy to help. My laptop has digital versions of the letter and phone call. I could give them to you."

“Sharing what you know will help your position,” said Luz. What she said sounded like a warning, but it was meant as a reassurance. Luz gazed and nodded at the glass window and shortly after one of the guards, from earlier, brought in Mr. Linx’s laptop. He placed the laptop on the table and pushed the object toward Chris. Luz looked at her watch again. The guard remained in the room, and stood by the door. “What did you figure out from this letter tell me what you think the Historian knows and what conspiracy is he talking about?”

Chris opened his laptop and opened the file he had on this trip, but leaving the video diary for his eyes only. He turned the laptop to the woman across, and began to talk about what he knew.

"From the letter itself, not that much. Obviously whatever he believes, it involves ties to the Hindu religion. He mentions the all-seeing eye as well, which is usually believed to be a purely Egyptian symbol, but Shiva's third eye was also referred to with that name, and the Mayans had similar symbols as well. As far as the engineered Manu goes, the Manu is theleader in Hindu religion that saved the world from a great flood, similar to the Christian story of Noah, if a bit more believable in the methodology. He was the symbol that proceeded a golden age, sometimes referred to as the 'Age of Truth' I mentioned earlier. Now, if I were writing the story based on this information alone, it would almost certainly have supernatural elements. There would probably be a portal to the underworld, related to a recent archeological dig. And, based on the referece to the thirteen men who became gods, I would probably have thirteen men on the dig possessed by the gods of the Hindu religion. Unfortunately, I can't tell what kind of upernatural beliefs this man has, so I could be way off. Another possibility would be that he believes the government is trying to engineer a Manu, a perfect leader, to bring about another Age of Truth, as in the Golden Age of Rome, or the European Renessiance."

Chris let the woman finish perusing his more detailed research on the subject, waiting for her response.