Radio Broadcast #1, Night 24
(As usual, all the radios in the hospital turned themselves on with a click. The strains of Blue Oyster Cult's Fire of Unknown Origin filtered out of the speaker. After a few minutes, as though timed, the music fades and the smoky voice of the nighttime DJ cut in, low and angry.)
No tips or hints tonight my friends. But I have a message for Big Bad Doctor Man.
This game is old and tired, Martin. You want to destroy me? You want to break me? Then be a man - come for me! Stop hiding behind easy targets, Martin. You are a coward! You are a pathetic, frightened little man who refuses to fight his own battles! You make me sick!
I've had enough. No more history repeating itself, no more lashing out at me with cheap tricks and gutless blows. You disgust me. Terrorists go after the innocent to hit their targets, Martin.
So I say again: if you want me, come and find me. Or I will come for you. One way or another, you false god, I will see you dead. You will pay for your crimes and I will be your judge, jury and executioner.
I'm afraid it may be some time before I walk among you again, my friends. It isn't safe for you. Watch your back, watch the backs of those you love. The stakes are getting higher.
Jack out.
And with that, the music fades and the radios snap off in unison, leaving nothing but silence.
No tips or hints tonight my friends. But I have a message for Big Bad Doctor Man.
This game is old and tired, Martin. You want to destroy me? You want to break me? Then be a man - come for me! Stop hiding behind easy targets, Martin. You are a coward! You are a pathetic, frightened little man who refuses to fight his own battles! You make me sick!
I've had enough. No more history repeating itself, no more lashing out at me with cheap tricks and gutless blows. You disgust me. Terrorists go after the innocent to hit their targets, Martin.
So I say again: if you want me, come and find me. Or I will come for you. One way or another, you false god, I will see you dead. You will pay for your crimes and I will be your judge, jury and executioner.
I'm afraid it may be some time before I walk among you again, my friends. It isn't safe for you. Watch your back, watch the backs of those you love. The stakes are getting higher.
Jack out.
And with that, the music fades and the radios snap off in unison, leaving nothing but silence.