"Not necessarily. If I had to guess, the cameras are there partly for psychological effect. Whoever put us here wants us to know that we are being observed." Jack walked across the room, and used his knife to cut the wires of another camera. "I wonder, though... they must have been expecting that at least one of us would tamper with them. Why would they make it so easy?"
"Maybe...they wanted us to tamper with them? If it's an experiment, maybe they would like to see how ingenious people can be even with their memories all but wiped?" Allen asked, "Present a problem, make us find a solution..." he muttered, "Maybe we should tread carefully from here on out..."
Desmond leaned up against a wall, thinking about what the two guys said. "Think of as a game or a puzzle. Like the game clue, except without the murders. Find all of the pieces to win, and find out who did it."
Ellie stepped down the hallway. "I don't know about you guys, but all I want to do is escape." she said.
"Same here, but how is the question. We can't just find some way out and expect to go back home. We need to find the person who put us here, he or she will know the way out. And if they don't talk, then I'll take the time of interrogating them slowly." Richard was looking at one of the cameras that watched the group, examining it for a bit.
"Personally, I'd like to find the bastards responsible for this." Jack scowled. "I suspect, however, that our goals lie in the same direction. Let's get moving, shall we?"
"Lead the way" replied Kate, slowly moving towards jack. "I've told you my name and because we'll be together for a while, shouldn't you all introduce yourself."
"Jack Argent." Jack took a closer look at Kate's wardrobe, and frowned. "You may want to lose those shoes. They look like a good way to break an ankle."
