Alex moves his fingers across Neil's chest, acknowledging the comments. "Long story short?" Again.... "It didn't, to say the least. Different guy wanted to use the girl--Vera Keyes, you've probably seen a poster around of her somewhere in the Mojave--to get at Sinclair's money. Was supposed to be the obvious plot of seduce the guy for his riches. Except, she fell for him, wanted out. But the other guy blackmailed her to continue by threatening to publicize her drug use."
Domino. Domino Domino Domino. Neil would probably recognize his name more--his posters were everywhere. But Alex is not willing to voice his name.
"...Her drug use stemmed from a terminal illness. It was the only reason she was using--to keep the pain at bay. This continued for a while; Sinclair found out, and started remaking the Sierra Madre into a tomb--a trap--for the two who betrayed him instead. But before opening night, Vera came clean--couldn't take it anymore. Despite all of the hatred inside Sinclair, he ending up forgiving her."
Alex shook his head, one slow movement. "Too little, too late. The trap couldn't be unmade, but he tried anyway. Tried manually fixing some of it--and fell to his death outside the vault itself. He had a plan B--a plea for help over the airwaves, for authorities to come after the bombs fell and rescue Vera. Except--"
More "excepts".
"Funding had gotten a little tight with all the changes. And the only thing uploaded to send was Vera's voice advertising the Sierra Madre. Drawing people in." Like Alex. "Vera died in her locked room, calling out for Sinclair, and security recorded it all, duplicating her in holograms that repeated all of her last words." Words burned into his mind, said over and over and over again.
"Sinclair, is that you? Sinclair! Sinclair! We all pay for what we've done. I'm so sorry, Sinclair. Sorry, I... I should have trusted you. The doors, they... they sealed. I... I can hear the other guests, screaming to be let out, to let go. Sinclair, is that you? Sinclair? Sinclair, where did you go? Why did you leave me here?!"
"It's a tomb," he repeats. "A living, malicious tomb."
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Domino. Domino Domino Domino. Neil would probably recognize his name more--his posters were everywhere. But Alex is not willing to voice his name.
"...Her drug use stemmed from a terminal illness. It was the only reason she was using--to keep the pain at bay. This continued for a while; Sinclair found out, and started remaking the Sierra Madre into a tomb--a trap--for the two who betrayed him instead. But before opening night, Vera came clean--couldn't take it anymore. Despite all of the hatred inside Sinclair, he ending up forgiving her."
Alex shook his head, one slow movement. "Too little, too late. The trap couldn't be unmade, but he tried anyway. Tried manually fixing some of it--and fell to his death outside the vault itself. He had a plan B--a plea for help over the airwaves, for authorities to come after the bombs fell and rescue Vera. Except--"
More "excepts".
"Funding had gotten a little tight with all the changes. And the only thing uploaded to send was Vera's voice advertising the Sierra Madre. Drawing people in." Like Alex. "Vera died in her locked room, calling out for Sinclair, and security recorded it all, duplicating her in holograms that repeated all of her last words." Words burned into his mind, said over and over and over again.
"Sinclair, is that you? Sinclair! Sinclair! We all pay for what we've done. I'm so sorry, Sinclair. Sorry, I... I should have trusted you. The doors, they... they sealed. I... I can hear the other guests, screaming to be let out, to let go. Sinclair, is that you? Sinclair? Sinclair, where did you go? Why did you leave me here?!"
"It's a tomb," he repeats. "A living, malicious tomb."