>>5699782You wave the Frenchman over, he gives a slight nod to the Daiyamondo agent, and the two of you step through. The world immediately goes bright and dark, fast and slow, hot and cold at the same time, and the sense of dizziness and misdirection is all-consuming. As a linebacker, all of this is very familiar to you so you're unmoved by the experience. What's simultaneously one second and an eternity later, you fall out of a rift and faceplant on grassy turf. You panic for a moment, dig your hand into the soil, and sniff as deeply as possible. After a second, you drop the dirt where it lays and nearly weep with joy. "I'm finally back." You stand back up to see Sauteur's standing against a tree and watching with curiosity.
"You can tell your homeland by the smell of the soil?" You raise an eyebrow. "You can't?" He pauses for a second and concedes. "...Touché. What next, American?" You think. It's late at night and there's a lot on your mind. "...Waffle House." The expression of horror on Sauteur's face is deeper than any he ever showed in the ring. You can only roar with laughter at the taste of despair. Around thirty minutes later, both of you are sitting at a window booth in a nearly-abandoned breakfast eatery while a middle-aged waitress whose name tag reads Deborah takes your orders. Sauteur asks for coffee, black. You think for a second. You're hungry but not too much.
>What are you getting?After that, the two of you lean in and start to discuss your situation. You try not to let anything classified slip to the Frenchman but it immediately becomes clear to you that you have no idea what secret agency was experimenting on you and there's no way of telling what its relations are with Sauteur's. You're unsure of how to contact your agency, either, but you have a couple of ideas.
>Go the nearest governmental building, tell them you're a top-secret experimental subject that was kidnapped from his laboratory, and want to return immediately. If that doesn't work, you'll just rinse and repeat until it does. The eggheads never gave you a protocol for regrouping with the lab if something happened. Hell, you aren't even sure if the lab still exists.>You were told not to reestablish contact with your family before your agency gave you the go-ahead. As far as they know, you're dead, and showing them you're alive would be a minor security breach but desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides that, your old man knows people who know some people. He could get you in touch.>It's absolutely mission critical that you get the Primordial Seed and your blood samples back into American hands as quickly as possible. Most European countries are American allies and Sauteur is from France, which is in Europe, so his agency should be able to get you back in contact with them without much trouble. It would mean taking an international flight, but you're not exactly strapped for cash right now.>(3/3) 