|A CONFESSION (Amaral)|
|Subject||Martin Hatch's betrayal|
|Date||October 10th, 2016|
|Act||Act 5: I'll Come Back For You|
|Part||Act 5, Part 1: Monarch HQ|
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|Next||Final Instructions (Amaral/Control)|
A CONFESSION (Amaral) is a email Narrative Object found in Act 5, Part 1 of Quantum Break. The email details Bernard Riker confessing to shutting down the stutterproofing system within Monarch HQ. This email is a variant and only appears if the "Amaral" option was chosen in the third junction.
FROM: BERNARD RIKER
TO: PAUL SERENE
DATE: OCT 10, 2016 – 2:02am
SUBJECT: A CONFESSION
I know you won’t have a chance to read this e-mail until you return to the HQ, but I have turned this over in my head repeatedly and I see no other option than to let you know what I have done.
I have deactivated the stutterproofing at the building. I had maintenance access, and I used it. But I want you to know I did it under tremendous duress: Martin Hatch left me no choice. He threatened my family, and I didn’t know what else to do.
I still don’t. I know there are Shifters out there. The stutterproofing is gone, and I don’t have a chronon harness, so technically, I’m safe. The Shifters only exist in stutters, and when one of those hits, I freeze, just like the rest of the world. So whatever happens during the stutter, I’m safe, barring some kind of a desynchronization-related accident.
What that means, though, is that one eyeblink I’m here, and the next one there’s two dead Strikers on the floor. Dead because of me. Their blood all over me, from nowhere. I’m looking at them right now, typing this on my phone. I can smell the blood and… I don’t know, ozone? I guess? And smoke. Their gear’s sparking. They’d be alive if I hadn’t
I’m sorry. I think I’m hyperventilating. I don’t know if I can hold it together much longer. I don’t know why Hatch wanted this to happen, but he did. I think he wants the CFR for some reason? You can’t trust that fucker, sir. I know you’re close, but I think he’s as evil as they come.
I’m so sorry, sir. I’m not making excuses. I know I fucked up.
I don’t know how to deal with this. I have always respected your drive and dedication. You have no idea. But I don’t have those things. I’m just an engineer. This is just too much for me.
If you come back and fix things, please look after my family. They didn’t have anything to do with this.
Senior Chronon Tech