Some questions answered

At the exact same time that the henchmen had walked inside the girls room, the same number of men in pink jumpsuits had done the same thing in the guy’s room.

Everyone got up and moved right up the group of workers in pink jumpsuits. They waited with caution and curiosity, a few of the workers held dark **** rifles in their hands. It certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the guys in the crowd.

“Please remain quiet. Once I’ve finished, we will open up the floor to questions,” the leader said, a bright green triangle labeled on his black mask.

The man’s voice was clearly connected to some sort of microphone as his voice could be heard anywhere in the room. Everyone was **** to find out more so they did what was asked for them, reaming silent.

“Let me officially welcome you all to the TS Games, you’ve been divided into two warehouse rooms, 100 girls and 100 guys in each. You have all agreed to compete in a tournament that’s worth more money that any of you have ever seen before.”

Many in the crowd began to perk back up with the reminder of money. It’s why they had agreed to this in the first place.

“How this tournament will work is simple. If you pass the six chosen games without being eliminated, you will split the winnings with anyone else who is also successful.”

“What sort of games!” someone with the number 33 labeled on them, spoke up.

The leader in the pink jumpsuit stared out into the crowd, locating who spoke to them. With a brief pause, the leader of the henchmen responded without giving away anything.

“The first game will be held tomorrow morning, the type will remain a secret until further notice,” he told them, “If there’s any further questions, now would be the time to ask.”

“Yeah I’ve got one!” a guy with a Texas cowboy hat called out, wearing the number 110, “What the fuck did you’s do to us!?”

A chorus of cheers and people agreeing came from the crowd. Everyone was **** for answers and just as expected, the guys began to shout all at once.

“You fucking **** us!!”

“You’re crooks!! Where are our phones!?”

“Where’s our money!?!?”

“We didn’t agree to this shit! We want answers!”

The leader of the henchmen grew tired of the yelling, he turned around and grabbed a handgun that one of his followers had a hold of.

Firing one warning shot into the air, he demanded the attention.

“SILENCE!”

Everyone shut their lips once more, scared of what the pink suits may do.

“One question at a time of you’ll receive no more information tonight,” he said, saying for total silence before answering the original question, “None of you were ****, you were simply put to sleep by a harmless chemical in order to keep the whereabouts a secret. You’re belongings are also safe and locked away. They will be returned to you after the completion of the tournament.”

***

“No, we can not disclose yet for when you will meet up with the male contestants.”

The girls were all asking questions, trying not to speak over one another after the triangle leader fired the same warning shot into the air.

“You should ask them about the cameras,” Melody said, nudging Tina in the arm.

She turned to the blonde, shaking her head. It was a cautionary decision, not wanting to stand out or have these people thinking that she was on to them. Whatever was happening here, it could be a lot worse than it already was.

“What if we don’t want to play anymore,” a fiery red head with the number 7 on her chest said, “You can’t just **** us to play something we don’t know anything about. You can’t keep us hostage here!!”

The aggression was getting worse by both the women and the men. The henchmen were very careful with the words they used, determined not to give anything away.

“You all agreed to play… that decision is final.”

***

“You can’t keep us here! You don’t know shit about us! How families will call the police once they know we’re missing,” a tall Chinese male, wearing 162 on his chest said from the middle of the crowd.

“Contestant number 162… Zac Crowley. Senior at Duke University. Family consists of a single mother and two sisters, all originally born in Beijing, China. You joined the tournament in hope to win prize money, enough to support your family.”

Zac gulped, realising he had many eyes on him now. There was a good chance they knew a lot more about him, things he would be embarrassed for others to know.

It was a relief for him as the henchmen chose not to continue, “As you can see, we know everything about a everyone, we’ve done our research.”

***

“You will all be allowed to shower at a certain time period time. You will be alerted when the shower room is ready. After your showers, you will be treated to a feast. We intend to look after our contestants and we expect the same respect in response,” the henchmen explained to the women.

A promise of food and a long needed shower seemed to relax some of the women in the crowd. The shouting and screaming had at least stopped and many were even excited about participating in a game the following day.

As the henchmen finished their addressing of the contestants, they left the room, those great big silver doors sliding shut behind them.

“Cheer up girls,” Rose said, passing Tina and Melody, “It’ll just be like one big old slumber party tonight.”