|DESCENT INTO THE RIFT: an act of moving downwards, dropping, or falling, towards a rift; a split that appears in something solid, especially in the ground|
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PRESENT:
Unknown location, unknown year
Fresh air filled my lungs again, as I'm still soaking wet but my mind's definitely clear of my position.
Well, not really, but I sure do realize where I am not; I am not in the Gulf of Mexico anymore, that's for fucking sure, and I can't believe that's happening right now!
I heard my wet hair drip on some kind of metal, as I'm on my knees to make myself steady in whatever kind of place I brought myself into. The metal's indicating something weird, as I realized I am in a kind of shaft.
I tried to calm myself but it isn't really working; I don't know where the fuck I am, where this shaft might lead me to but I know there's only one way to find out.
It might be exactly what Lor said to me, and that's why I need to make sure I'll do it the right way now.
As my breathing increased rapidly, I found myself crawling through the metal, yet claustrophobic shaft. I don't know where this shaft is leading me to or where the others are; if they're still on that god damn oil rig, but how is that even possible?!
Was this shaft built by the AQ-guards or the cartel or something? As a sneaky passage way towards whatever it brought to their advantage..? It isn't probably the case.
It didn't take me too long before I finally reached the end of the shaft, not knowing if this is another loose end, a dead end, but it couldn't be as soon as I heard some talking coming from behind it.
There's people there.
I know I need to focus on what these people are saying, but I can't because of the shaft door being closed in front of me; I know I have to come closer.
That's what made me slowly open the door, very carefully as the talking became louder for my part. It's like they're giving each other orders; it's what made me grow suspicious anyhow.
As I carefully made my way out of the shaft, I luckily quickly noticed some gear around the place like crates and barrels I can hide myself behind.
These crates are definitely filled with medicines, needles and just medical gear in case they need it; I almost thought it's a hospital I walked myself into.
But instead, it's something else when I recognized some landmarks of where I am. Well, I don't know if I have ever been here before, but it must be!
These barrels and crates immediately showed me the British flag on top of them, indicating I brought myself into the SAS base of the United Kingdom.
My eyes went wide open in shock; calm down Louisa, please, calm the fuck down!
But how the hell did I get from Mexico to the United Kingdom..?!
This has to be a joke!
Focus Louisa! I feel like I am so close to figuring out the truth, and that's why I focused myself on this unknown location carefully, crawling out of the shaft to walk closer towards the people I heard talking before.
I hid myself behind the barrels immediately, looking for any recognizing point in definitely knowing I brought myself in the SAS base.
I know this because of the way I noticed some soldiers in this room, both medical personnel as sergeants, recognizing their clothes immediately and they're all focusing on a big screen in front of them.
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Simulacrum (Simon "Ghost" Riley)
Fantasy"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." "If we don't end war, war will end us." Miss Louisa Franklin was a former nurse and psychologist, loved to study the brain in order to understand ones decisions in life. But you read that...
