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Evidence file M.036: Interview with David Gates
Item #: W-001
Confidential level: 6
Item threat level: 3
The following interview involves Miss Dylan Andrews discussing with freelancer David Gates (Agent Washington), partner of freelancer Michael Creed (Agent Maine.)
Important pre-recorded notes
- David Gates refuses visual recordings and audio recordings at first till the status of Michael Creed is confirmed
- David Gates seems to have suffered brain damage/cerebral hypoxia and keeps having repeated memory blanks.
[Begin Audio Log]
A seat is dragged across the floor “Are you feeling better David?”
“I'm feeling fine Andrews.” Someone scribbles on what sounds like a notepad, David sighs. “..Has Maine woken up?”
“Maine? Do you mean Michael Creed?”
“He goes by Maine.”
David's annoyance is noted.
“..He has woken up a couple times, can I ask you some questions?”
Silence.
“..About what?”
“About what happened”
Silence.
“...Can you explain what your job is?”
“...I'm a freelancer, my name is Washington..”
“You don't like the name David Gates?”
“Don't-.. don't call me that, only my friends can call me that.”
“So you prefer me to call you Washington?”
“Yes please”
“Can you tell me what happened, Washington?”
“He.. god it was a mess, Sigma went crazy and the meta-”
“Do you mean Maine?”
“No. The meta was someone made by Sigma. The meta is not Maine.”
The seat scrapes across the floor a bit and notes are being taken, “Can you explain what happened with the meta?”
“...Sigma went rampant.. he wanted all the ais, tried to use Maine for it till he got hurt so he..”
“..that's when Maine got put into a coma?”
“....Sigma disappeared after that, Maine didn't wake up for weeks then.. he suddenly just-”
“Woke up?”
“He was fine- he just.. wasn't the same he kept-”
“Forgetting to do stuff?”
“No he just.. he really depended on Sigma, it worried all of us then he..”
“.....Do you want to take a break?”
“Sorry- sorry- my mind is just.. is Maine awake?”
There are knocks heard, supposedly from the door to the room, “Who is it?”
the door opens , “Sorry miss Andrews but we were told that this was going to be short.”
“York?”
“Come on Wash, Maines awake”
“He is?”
Chair scrapes across the floor as David walks towards the door, “..Miss Andrews, I advise you don't ask Washington anymore questions he still has not healed.” an unfamiliar voice says, not human.
“..Can we talk James?”
“..Go with Carolina Wash- I'll be quick alright?”
footsteps fade away
“So what do you want to know?”
“Everything.