Anyway, an hour later, as promised, he reappeared. He pulled over a rusted, dingy table and set the laptop down. He flipped it open and flicked it on. A video appeared. It started. I was standing in the middle of The Den. Three strangers surrounded me. I looked at Craig. “Wait, what?”
“Yeah,” said Doug. “Those are us, but those aren’t us.”
Simon reached his hand in between and pointed. “Craig swapped our faces out.”
“Wait,” I said as the beating began. Craig had zoomed in and out, the camera a bit shaky, so that the fight looked real, not staged. “I recognize those guys.” I looked over at him. “Those are the goons, the guys that work for the senator.” The video was a bit grainy, wobbly, like it had been filmed on a cell phone in bad lighting. “How?”
He shrugged. He smirked. “It’s easy,” he replied. “If you’re The Brain.”