Pate’s eyes are still stuck on you and he still holding the knife. His hand is shaking now. “Who the hell’s Lyle?” he snarks.
You look at Red who scared spitless. He knows what you’re planning on doing. Without, a sign for Pate or any indication, you grab the knife from his loose hand and thrust it into Pate’s stomach.
As you begin to stand, Pate begins to fall.
Red walks closer to you but, you share no eye contact. He is terrified now. “Why’d you do that?” he says. Your head pivots at him. “Please,” he begs. “Don’t hurt me. I’m not with him. I’ve been his slave for him for years–”
You hold the knife back to him and he freezes. “I will not kill you, if you give me answers,” you bargain. “Where am I?”
Red doesn’t hesitate a bit. “Santa Cruz,” he says. “This is the basement of a shoe factory. I don’t know exactly where… Pate was never open about that with us.”
“Us?” you say. “How many of you are there?”
A) “Where do they keep a million people?”
B) “How did you get here?”
C) “What’s your name?”
There was a tie vote last time of 5 vs. 5. It was a random decision to choose “Kill Pate.”