24 looked at his compatriot. "Well, you wanted information." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his boot and drew one out to smoke.
"Yeah." 21 blinked at the bound-up man, confused by his barrage of answers, and a little disappointed on his lack of resistance. He leaned on his gun and continued questioning, though more casually than before. "So is this *The City*, huh? Is that some kind of fictional, nameless place like the Matrix? Are we in some kind of alternate reality here?"
24 turned back to the scene, cigarette still gripped between his lips. "What the hell are you talking about?"