The dark silhouette of a man walked into the door way, which was guarded by two men. Matt stopped pacing the bare, cold, metal interrogation room and stared at the silhouette as it slowly made its way into the lighting. As he stepped into the lighting, Matt drew in his features, then glared down at the wrinkled hand that gestured for him to sit on the cold metal chairs. "Please Matt, sit down. We have matters to discuss regarding you and your fellow 'team'." He paused before calmly but with aggitation.
Matt hesitantly obliged to the man's Will and sat down in the chair and watched the man sit down in the chair across the table from him. He only then noticed the big yellow folder that was in the man's other hand. "What do you want with me, and what do you care about my friends. Where is everyone and what did you do to them." Matt nearly shouted, worry and fear for his friends and his girlfriend were evident in his face, enough to make the official man smirk with amusement.
"Don't worry about your friends, Matt. They are being cared for. My other collueges are investigating them as we speak. Now, I need to ask you a few questions, as it is vital for information on how you got here and why you are here. It won't take long if you just negotiate " The man said, his aged features showing years of training and knowledge; however, it wasn't enough to convince Matt that this 'organization' was a peaceful place. Matt nodded slowly. "Good. Now, Matt, I am Alex Mason. I'm just filling in for the top C.I.A. agent, Hudson. We only want information from you and your friends; after this small discussion you will be released into the lounge where your friends will be waiting for you. You then will be given some money so your group can survive a few days until you get settled."
"I- we didn't mean to even get here. It was an accident..this ALL was an accident. I-we shouldn't be here. It's all that stupid time machine's fault; that stupid machine put Krystal's and I's life in jeopardy It was stupid Chase and Nick's fault to begin with." Matt shouted with anger as he pounded his fists on the desk, staring into man's eyes with painful and terrible memories. Alex motioned for Matt to calm down.
"I understand Matt," Alex laid the folder down onto the table and took out a pen before analyzing the many spots of blood on Matt's shirt and face. "Before we get started with how this all happened, I'd like for you to explain to me where all that blood came from. It is all over you and your groups shirt's and faces."
Matt stared down at his shirt and sighed loudly, "It's a long story, man. One full of fucking nonsense that no one..not even I...can believe happened. One big story of fucking make-believe. You'll throw me AND my friends in the nut house."
"At this point, we believe anything. I mean, look at this base, Matt. There are only 150 people living on this base, you included, and this I didn't think could happen; you know, the whole living on the moon crap." Alex said with a light chuckle.
"Well this blood...this blood came from people. Dead people, zombies, family, complete strangers, friends, it came from everyone. Hah, and believe me, I'd rather fight a fucking war than have to go through that fucking crap again. At least in a war, I'm fighting people who won't turn me into a piece of decaying meat." Matt's glare meeting Alex's eyes, watching him pull out a pen and scribbling down a few words on a paper from inside the folder. Alex's phone began to ring from inside his suit.
"One second." He pulled the phone out of his pocket and walked out of the room. Matt got up and began to pace around the room again as the two guards stood in front of the door like a wall of bricks. Alex walked back in a few moments later, "Well, you and your friends can leave for now, Matt. Hudson and Woods need me back at the lab. These two men will escort you back to the lounge, and you will be free to leave. Goodbye." Alex then dissapeared, leaving Matt to be escorted back.