When Sugar woke in LA, he was royally confused and had almost nothing to say that wasn't words of that confusion. Though he had awoken in the harbor, he still felt his chest compressed and bruised. For what was done over the time unknown had failed to harm him enough to stop him.
"H-help me."
As his voice was hoarse and he had sunken eyes. He was looking more and more like BB. When someone found him, they did what any normal person would do, they called the cops on him. When they found him, he was put in a nice room that he wasn't allowed to leave and had to talk to two men. They were in white shirts and had lots of a drink they named coffee. Sugar deemed the two untrustworthy and decided that this was the best time to figure out when and where he was.
"Son, we're with the LAPD. Would you like to explain why we found you beaten black and blue from all that?"
"Well, I remember going to…"
His mind raced through his memories. He might have been the dumbest man in the room when he stood next to BB and Dials, but he was no pushover. Eventually, his mind locked onto his history textbook, the mind palace found something. It was where Backtown was at.
"Backtown. I'm from Backtown."
It was either there or it was New Chicago. A total coin flip in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he absolutely despised the rigorous mental training he and the other children went through at BB's personal facilities.
"Where's that?"
"East."
They left the room. He tried to make the most he could from the situation and thought more and more about the situation. I would say that I need to get out of here but that would be a lie. I need to make some noise so that way whatever media is here so that way I can get his attention. But if I make too much noise, they'll have me in a prison before long.
"Alright, we got something for you. A boy went missing from that town a few weeks ago and he looks a little bit like you. If you squint."
The detectives let a chuckle between themselves. These two seem to be up their own assess. Even better for swindling then. I guess this means that I get to show off for a little bit.
"What's the name?"
"Richard Wills."
"Yeah, that's me."
Must have had some boredom with the matter because he was able to get on the next plane to Backtown. It was a small airport. It was a small town. He expected every part of the place to be boring enough that he could do some things and end up in the news. That also meant that he would have to learn how to live in the past, a time that was far behind his living.
"We would first like to say we're happy to have you back. Now, you'll be meeting your parents in a few hours, and you'll be meeting someone special. They're from the FBI."
He shook his head like he understood what the lady who acted quite warm was talking about. From the facts that she says she's a representative and in Backtown law children aren't competent, along with the fact that BB was from the United States it means that I'm most likely caught up in some kind of investigation. That means that the original Richard is probably taken by some criminal organization and they desire a ransom. Which is probably not paid because an investigative organization, which I assume is the FBI is going to have me questioned. I need to work out everything that I can about Richard and fast.
"FBI? What did they say about me?"
Seems innocent enough. Just a kid trying to save face.
"Well, you were taken a few days ago and the men who got you tried to squeeze your parents for every dime they have. I don't remember everything about it but I think they sent in photos and something about death threats."
"And how are you a representative of me?"
Dang it. I need to come off as stupid and helpless. I just need to make it feel natural when I'm asking questions. Not an interrogation like the one I was getting.
"I'm a state representative. Just for a county or two and make a few state laws."
So she's a politician. These kinds of people who work off the suffering of others always get an ax to the skull by Scott. I miss that psycho a little bit.
"Okay. But when will I meet my parents?"
"When we get off the plane, you'll tell them everything you remember and then we will hand you over to your parents."
Alright, that means I need to make an alibi fast. So I have to leave out the details like someone who doesn't remember such a trauma would. So, I was black bagged in the middle of the night. If I am to act as Richard then I must make sure to be authentic as possible and blame all the inconsistencies on trauma. Is this what BB feels when he makes plans?
"What do you think they'll say?"
"I don't know. But we'll find out."
This woman is a good actor, but she is also way too robotic to talk like that.
"That's true… I guess."
The rest of the flight was simple really; Sugar twiddled his thumbs whilst waiting for the plane to land. He expected nothing more than a few cameras and the aforementioned FBI. They couldn't have been smarter than BB and Sugar knew the man so they couldn't have been much smarter than him.
"Welcome home, baby!"
When Sugar stepped off the plane, humming a tune and ribs still hurting, he was brought to the ground by a woman, in her late thirties or early forties, in a large hug.
"Hi."
This is going to be a long, long day.