Angie had brought warmer clothing for Tamora, and he had left the room, so she could change. He was not surprised to see Chris waiting for him.

"So you made a dissension?" He asked, Orisino nodded.

"We are doing it. Are your man willingly to prepare the house for use. With electrical wall and all?" Orisino asked in return. Chris nodded and sighed.

"They are already on it." Chris replied and Orisno looked at him with narrowed eyes. Did he already suspect that he would say yes? Or was he just prepared? "Orisino may I ask a question?"

"You already have asked it, but what is the next one?" He replied, with a small grin on his face.

"Why is she here?" Chris asked. And Orisino didn't like were this was going. So he was going to try his tactic from before.

"You invited use." He replied and Chris sighed.

"Are you really going to play that game? You know that is not what I meant. Why is that woman inside our prison? Even a blind man can see that she those not belong here." Chris snapped at him.

"That also can be said about the children downstairs." Orisino replied. "But alright, you have a point. We do not know why she is here. She those not remember anything from her life outside the prison."

"Nothing?" Chris asked.

"Nothing." Orisino confirmed his own words. "She has what I would call reflex memories, she fights like she has done that all her life." Chris slowly nodded.

"To my knowledge that has never happened before." Chris said. "Although, I have heard the same stories as you. About this kind of things." Orisino nodded and sighed. "Or there went something wrong with the uploading. Or she was uploaded rather quickly, as if she was running for something or someone." Orisino nodded again. "Have you considered looking it up in the data bank?"

"She only told me this yesterday, and of course I have. But there was no way that I would leave my shack unguarded." Orisino said. "But now my shack is gone and there is nothing holding me back now." Chris shook his head. There was indeed nothing holding him back anymore. Not his shack at least, Marrisa made sure about that.

"Do you know where it is?" Chris asked and Orisino nodded, he knew where that stupid building was placed. Inside the most designer forsaken place, Frozen Hell. At least that was he had named it, after his source for the boss. It was like the name suggested, cold as hell. And if the cold didn't kill you those freaky Bigfoot monsters would have their turn. It was also home to a few tribes, that couldn't find a place inside the five cities. All their members just as deadly as the Bigfoot's, maybe even more deadly. "You know, planning a war will take time. I need to recruit new man and woman. Train them of course. Enough time for you and Tamora to take a trip up north." Orisino frowned and looked at Chris.

"What, we need to take the kids to that village. I need to train them, we can not leave now." Orisino said, and Chris started to laugh loudly.

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"And here I was, thinking you didn't care about anything." Chris said, it was meant to be a joke and Orisino knew that. But he couldn't appreciate it. Chris raised his hands up in surrender. "Hey, do not shot the messenger. But like I said, planning a war takes time. Preparing that house will take time. Train the children, they just have to train with everybody else. Just go to the data bank."

"If I didn't know better, I would say that you are trying to get rid of me." Orisino said and Chris shook his head.

"Not at all. I just figured that you have deserved a break. You have in the past years guided greens through the woods. You never took a day off, you never complained." Chris said.

"And this is your idea of a vacation? You know that the north is the most dangerous place of this prison." Orisino said and Chris shook his head.

"No, the most dangerous place, will be in this city and Marrisa's city. I would be surprised if there would be one single building still standing. I have seen my share of wars, in the real world. And I know this will not be pretty."

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"So we are going up north." Tamora said when she opened the door. She was wearing a long leather pants and, a warm with fur lined coated and some comfortable boots, also lined with fur. Her short hair was held back in a ponytail, by a leather cord. "Now I can see why those pelts are so important." She said when she noticed that he was checking her out.

"Indeed they are." Chris answered in his place. "There are no places to plant cotton plants, alright there are places only they are not so safe. And the designers have forgotten to place sheep inside this hellhole. So we need to do with what ever is offered to use. In the beginning some of the soft-hearted inmates have voiced their concerns, about maybe we kill too much. But they never seemed to die out." Chris looked at her and nodded.

"You look..." Orisino stammeled.

"O by the designer, that I live to see the day. Orisino here is at a loss for words." Chris started to mock him.

"You know that I can kill you here and now." Orisino growled and Chris stopped with laughing. But Orisino lost focus on him and looked again at Tamora. "You look good." Hell, she looked more than good. But he indeed couldn't find the words to say that to her.

"Thank you, I guess." Tamora said, that was maybe one of those memory reflexes. She could not take a compliment.

"You know that I mean what I say. I do not waste my time by telling lies." Orisino said, and this was only half true. But he promised himself then and there that he would tell her the truth, always.

"Then thank you, for real this time." She said with a smile and he nodded.

"But you are indeed right about the two of you going up north. Orisino here just told me about your memory loss." Chris said, and she looked at Orisino. "I know how to push some in to tell me everything. He knows this, so he saw no point in hiding it from me. Although he tried." But Tamora still looked at him and he shrugged. "It is not the worst thing that can happen in here. Having everything in the out and the open, I mean. But good, there is a building up north called the Data bank. It is basically a computer filled with everybody's files. So if you have done something to end up here, it will be on that computer."

"So if I have not done something, then we at least know that I tried to run from something, or someone." Tamora said and Orisino nodded. "Why didn't you tell me that such a place exists?"

"Because he had a job to do." Chris again answered for him. "But now that job is gone, and he is free to go where ever he wants. Figure of speech." Orisino rolled his eyes, he was indeed not free to go were ever he wanted. Otherwise, he was already out of here. But he could indeed go to Frozen Hell, to that Data bank and look for answers. Maybe that thing could tell him once and for all who the boss was. Not for himself, but for the kids. He sighed and lowered his head.

"Are you willing to come with me?" He asked, Tamora. Again she looked at him. "Before you say yes, please know, that this will be dangerous. More dangerous than Marrisa or the forest."

"Well in that case, sign me up." Tamora said, with a wide grin on her face.