Anna felt the gravity in the man's voice as he asked where they were but to be honest, she had no clue.  Her goggles usually detailed her exact location as well as the date, but all this information was curiously left blank.   She assumed she, at the very least, was no longer in range of the orbital satellites otherwise she would be getting information about her location as well as real time information about the war on mars.  Yet something seemed obvious about the answer, even if she could not figure it out.  From the rooms old and rustic art style to the obvious mafioso in her presence, a thought began to force it's way to the forefront of all thoughts.<br/><br/>'Was she dead?'<br/><br/>She assumed it a possibility now that the thought was engraved in her mind.  Yet the answer would not wait for her to sit around in the relative silence of this torch lit room.   She turned to the man who stood in the room with her and spoke in a blunt voice as she addressed him.<br/><br/>“I do not know nor will we ever find out here.”<br/><br/>Her hand formed a near fist as her pointer finger remained out.  The hand rose quickly until it was pointing at the door.<br/><br/>“We might find some answers on the other side.”<br/><br/>She did not wait for a response as she began walking in a quick pace, the sound of her heavy armor causing the wooden floor underneath her to strain filled the air around her until she quickly, and in a fluid motion, opened the door and stepped out of the room.  She was stopped in her tracks however, as the porcelain clad face of a creature filled her vision.<br/><br/>“A jester?”  She asked in a confused tone.  She eyed it up, from head to toe, and soon she confirmed it was what she had thought.<br/><br/>“A Mafioso, a Jester and the rest of us all together.”  She spoke as she looked at the three figures that seemed to have their eyes on her.  “I assume you are to thank for that?”  She asked.