Reyes Vidal - No longer A Mystery (Official Thread)

Reyes stepped out of the bathroom and headed toward Keema. However, upon seeing the sight before him, he stopped as if he was paralyzed by it.

All of the screens in the cockpit where compromised and playing a video stream in real time.

Reyes’s breathing increased as he walked closer. Who could possibly have the technological know how to pull of such a feat?

When he saw Keema, and her face twisted into undeniable terror, he felt his stomach churn.

The camera was right in front of Keema’s family home. Reyes could see Keema’s relatives through the windows while they prepared for dinner. He could see their lips move as they spoke almost each other, hugging and clamoring together affectionately as they waited for their meals.

The camera then panned to the right where a masked person, likely a human male, sat in a crouched position. In his hand was an assault rifle, primed and ready to fire.

A heavily digitized voice suddenly boomed, starling Reyes: “Keema, you seem to have stuck your neck out for Kadara’s boogeyman. Have you ever realized that such a thing has real world consequences for you?”
“Oh God…” Keema murmured to herself as the camera panned back to the home: her niece had stepped barefooted out onto the grass. She was picking up the toys that were strewn between the tall emerald blades. In the eery silence, you could hear her singing to herself as she picked up a plushie and a model of a Resistance rifle.

“What do you want?!,” Keema near whispered: her voice trembling, “Money? Protection?”

A laugh: “confirmation… and time for us to hack.”

Suddenly, the screen displayed Reyes, Keema, and the cockpit crew.

“Well, well. We thought it couldn’t be true. Reyes Vidal: The Charlatan. You really have everyone fooled don’t you?” The automated voice said.

Reyes spoke deeply and harshly: “You have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just-“

The voice cut him off: “Silence. We know have all of the evidence we need. Now, the puppeteer becomes the puppet.”

The camera went back to Keema’s family. The masked man carefully stood up and pointed it right at Keema’s niece.

“Melva, no!” Keema shrieked.

“Girl, you move a muscle and you’re dead!” The man roared as he charged toward her, he grabbed her by the arm so harshly, her model gun went flying across the yard.

The camera now followed them as they marched toward the front door. Instead of Melva’s song, you could hear her muffled sobs. The door automatically opened and the house exploded into chaos. The cockpit heard the man ordering everyone to the floor, before the audio was cut out.

“You have a choice, Reyes. Either you reveal your true identity personally and disband The Collective, or the Dohrgun family gets wiped out. This house will be rigged to explode, so if you, your men, or that idiot girlfriend of yours try anything funny: they’ll die and you’ll still be outed. 48 hours counting down… now! Make your choice.” The voice explained.

The video feed ended as Keema fell to floor. Her grief and fear spilling out.

She continued to speak quitely, almost as though she was speaking only to herself: “please, please tell me you have a plan.”

Reyes’s jaw was wound as tightly as a tourniquet. His hands were clenched into fists and his mind was racing with strategy to the point where even his breathing was methodical. He took a deep breath: “they just fucked with the wrong people.”