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>Pull over and give the Revolutionaries the envelope [PASS THROUGH STAGE 5 IN PEACE]You can see the defenders training their rifles on your car as you stop the car close to the off-ramp.
"Ok, alright, I'll do the talking." No matter how inarticulate you are, you're a better choice for diplomacy than someone wearing a cop uniform. "No big deal right? Just hand them the envelope, tell them it's their friend, and we go off in peace. Right?"
She doesn't break the nervous silence.
You step out of the car and slowly make your way forward with your hands up, envelope between your fingers.
A group of Revolutionaries in green uniforms, rifles at the ready, move forward until they're at talking distance.
"Hola, my name is Porfirio! I'm just passing by, going east." They look at you with confusion. "I need to see your leader, I have an important letter for him, it's from Mister John Doe." They look even more confused. "I'm serious! It's very important! I need to-"
"I heard you the first time." The group of uniformed fighters parts to reveal a tall, gaunt man with a distinct peaked cap walking toward you. "I'm the leader here. The Commissar, specifically." He appears to be scowling for no reason in particular, and his gruff voice is somehow familiar. He takes a final drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out under his boot and continuing. "Now, you tell me, who the fuck is John Doe?"
You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you briefly consider the possibility that you were lied to, or that you make some kind of critical mistake. Still, a Christian has no right to despair and you continue on. "I found him in the road around, around Burbank I think?" The word 'Burbank' elicits a surprised look from a few of the fighters. "He told me to take him to some kind of church safe area, which I did, and then he gave me this letter to give to you."
The Commissar, still scowling, looks at you dead in the eyes, then to the letter, and then back to you. Without a word, he walks up to you and takes the letter from your (still held up) hands.
He cuts it open with a knife and opens the folded piece of paper within. His eyes widen as he starts to read through it. "What in the..." he mumbles to himself. "Foreign involvement... electronic warfare... Victorville... Liberation Army... signed..."
He puts the paper down and is silent as he puts his face in his hand, as if what he had read was a cancer diagnosis....
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