SIXTY-TWO DAYS

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Maxis: 62 days.
The Director: Sorry...? I'm not sure what you mean.
Maxis: That's how long I've been here - 62 days.
The Director: Is that including bathroom breaks?
Maxis: Honestly?... Fuck you.
Maxis: Sorry. Saying that's just me taking my mandatory excercise.
The Director: What a potty mouth you have...
Maxis: Apologies. What I meant to say was...
Maxis: FUCK YOU!
The Director: Can I direct your attention to the monitor? The one on your right.
Maxis: Elizabeth?! She's asleep! Why-Why are you... Watching her?!
The Director: Not just Grey - I watch everyone.
The Director: Bring in the prisoner.
Maxis: What do you want from me this time? More magic teleporting?
The Director: No. Something much more important. This is a captured Omega agent and I would like to see you kill him - using only the power of your mind.
Maxis: I won't do it.
The Director: Won't or can't? I think the former.
Maxis: You can't make me.
The Director: Take another look at the monitor. Do you see the figure standing very quietly in the corner of her room? The one who's just raised a pistol to Doctor Grey's head?
Maxis: You're sick.
The Director: The way I see it, you have a clear choice - Kill the very, very bad person, or let the very, very good person die. It's simple really.
The Director: Please don't make me give you a countdown, because this time I would actually start on five.
Maxis: I... I can't.
The Director: Trust me. You can. Four...
Maxis: I'm so sorry...
Omega Agent:
Maxis: Raarrgh!
The Director: You may not realize it yet, but trust me, Samantha...
The Director: Today was a very good day.