The murder card

Dear diary, recently I had a meeting with Mary, while I still wasn’t sure what to do. Everyone wants something of me, but I’m not sure I can deliver either side. Sooner rather than later, I will have to make a decision about who is right and therefor I will disappoint the side I don’t chose. If I go on just like I have so far and trust EasyWay and our government, I would choose the safe path. I would do that without any hesitation if I didn’t have doubts that Ian has implemented in my head. I need more information to make a solid and final decision. So what should I tell Mary? I have to tell her something, but not everything. For some reason, she doesn’t strike me a trustworthy. She was anxious from the moment I stepped into the manager’s office. Without even greeting me, she went right to the point. “As I have been told, Ian Fallon has made contact with you after his escape. Is that true?” She asked me, showing she wasn’t in a good mood. I confirmed her statement. “So, tell me what happened next. And do not leave anything out.” I didn’t like her tone of voice. I am the one helping her, not the other way around, so she needs to show some respect. I don’t like arrogance in people and she is certainly full of it. But if she wants to talk to me like I’m below her, fine. But I can be like her just as well. “Well, I did see where they live.” I say. If she wants information, she’ll have to drag it out of me. So I say nothing else. “Well, where is it?” She asks, very impatiently. “I don’t know.” I say. “What do you mean you don’t know? You were there!” Anger has just been added to her voice and a lot of it. It was clear she was desperate for information. “I was hypnotized on the way there. I don’t remember anything about how I got there. One moment I’m standing in front of my building and the next I am in their apartment.” I could have said I was, drugged, but if they checked my system, they would have seen I was lying. But hypnosis doesn’t leave a trail. She wasn’t convinced I was telling the truth, but I’m not so convinced in her honestly as well. “Fine. What else?” Was her next question. “They grow their own food.” She immediately rolled her eyes and yelled, “that is obvious! How else would they live?!” She was getting frustrated with me. “Do you even have something useful you can tell me?!” She screams at me. “I do. But I would need to compensated nicely for any further information.” I won’t just give her good information without getting something in return, it doesn’t work this way. “Fine. How much?” She asks. “Double.” I simply reply. She doesn’t say a word to me, or to anyone else. She starts her phone and soon a large sum of money is transferred into my account. She looks me in my eyes, with a cold look and simply says, “continue”. So I do. “They have a computer specialist. He is the one that rigs all their chips so they appear dead. And there are many of them, most of them are in hiding, waiting for the day they can attack. It’s not just a group, it’s more like a small society, hidden from our eyes.” I stop and see she’s pleased with that information I provided. But it’s not enough. She wants more. I think to myself, what should I tell her, while I start to feel guilt, slowly creeping in. “They want me to join them and spy for them.” Without any hesitation she tells me I should do it. “I will only get accepted into the group if I give them some information, about the company. “I tell her. ”So, do it. Just get it done.” She says. She wasn’t as angry as she was before. I calmed her down by telling her little something. “What should I tell them?” I ask. “I don’t care. Just make something up!” I made her mad again. I started to notice what an anxious and nervous person she actually is. Maybe it’s because of her job, I don’t know. “I don’t know what to make up! And I don’t want to say anything wrong.” I say, trying to get something out of her. “I don’t care what you tell them.” She hissed at me. Just do it soon. Fine. She doesn’t have to tell me anything. I know exactly what I will them. “Fine.” I say. Without saying goodbye, she storms out of the office. Her words may have not told me anything good, but her clothes spoke for her. I’ve always pride myself on having a great sense of style and an eye for fashion. When I was a teenager, I explored fashion from many corners, including historical and I remember everything well. So I was able to see, that Mary’s shirt is old, maybe even hundred years. I could tell by that plastic material, which is now illegal. Today we only wear clothing that is made out of hemp, with no plastic elements whatsoever. All synthetic clothing was destroyed, just few pieces remain and those are now kept in museum. It may not be much, but it could be a small proof that the so called elite isn’t following the law. It could be a clue, leading to something bigger. But it also could be nothing. Just in case I mention this to Ian. “I knew it. They think they are above the law and can do anything. God knows what else they’re hiding.” He says, enraged over this. But he also has another theory, which is farfetched. Some people in their group believe the people running EasyWay are ancient, maybe even five hundred years old. That they are immortal and change the world according to their will. No proof of this theory exists, and only few people believe in it. Including Ian, which I trust more than Mary now. That I have decided. But who is right and who is wrong, that still remains undecided. “I also have something else to tell you.” I say to him. Eager he listens to me, appreciating every little piece of information I can give him. “You know how they pride themselves on being worker friendly, right?” He nods his head in agreement and I continue. “Well, its’s a big store, as you know, which attracts lots of customers, hungry to see something new. And they do. You know the saying, `customer is always right`, well here it is taken very seriously. If by any chance you get into an argument with a shopper, the management will see it, and make you pay for it. They have a special place in the back, where that shopper can just… beat you up. But only if they sign a contract, to only shop in their store.” I tell something I saw on my first day. “I can’t believe this. What about the workers, don’t they do anything, like tell someone or sue them?” He asks, shocked. “I don’t know, no one has ever done anything about it and I’m not sure why.” I tell him, everything I knew. He asks me if I am able to prove this. “Yes, I could get the footage from security cameras, but I don’t know how I would do that, without being noticed. Only the manager and people above have access to it.” I say. “Well then it’s clear, you need to get access to the footage.” He says.