After his discovery of what was inside the pyramid, Hawthorne notices the castaways have apprehended someone named H.G. Vernon, who claimed his submarine drowned and hie was the only survivor. Hawthorne thinks he looks a bit familiar, but he does not believe him much either. So he accompanies them back to the pyramid, where many of them stay on floor level with the Buddha idol, Hawthorne keeps him in the telescope chamber.
”Who are you, really?”
Hawthorne waited for an answer, but the captive would no give him one. Despite claiming his name was H.G. Vernon earlier. However, Hawthorne does not remember any signs of a submarine on the island. He looked at this guy with no idea where he has seen him before. He just had one of those looks people had, Hawthorne figured. Yet it was bothering him. This was not some guy he saw at NASA
”I told you who I was.”
Within a second’s notice, Hawthorne threw him up against the wall. He wanted answers from this guy about his true identity and what he was doing here on this island. Above all, he did not want any excuses involving a submarine drowning. It was a cover up for something, this whole island was some kind of cover up for an experiment that happened years ago. One that NASA did not want anyone to know about.
”Don’t give me that load of B.S.”
He held the captive at bay, not knowing his real name or why he was here. There was a lot he wanted to know about this person and his background. Also, Hawthorne wanted to know if this guy had any answers regarding the so called ”beta program” NASA conducted here years earlier that noone knew about. There were a lot of things he wanted to know and he did not care to wait around for answers.
”There are some things I want to know.”
Hawthorne was not going to let go of the captive until his questioned were answered. He just about had it with this island jerking him around with all these symbols and ancient structures. Only to find out NASA had a secret purpose that still was not clear, other than it might be time travel. Other questions still filled his mind. Why did they have to use false names and lie about their occupations and record their travels in notebooks?
Looking at the captive, Hawthorne still thought the guy looked familiar. Yet could not quite place him. He had a feeling this guy knew what was going on. What took place on the island, the secrets behind it, and whatever involvement NASA had with their experiments. He had no knowledge of how the castaways met up with H.G. Vernon. Yet wanted to know what he was hiding. As he does not remember him on the plane when they crashed.
”I want to know what’s going on.”
Hawthorne pulled out a gun he was given by one of the castaways before he was assigned to keep watch over this captive. If this captive was not going to talk, then he was going to make him. There was nothing like intimidation to get someone talking. Hawthorne did not consider himself a violent person, and did not believe in war. Yet he may have to resort to any measure he could to get answers out of him.
”I’m not saying a word.”
He stuck the gun in the captive’s face, a man claimed to be H.G. Vernon. Yet was this who the captive really or was he someone in the beta program? If he was someone who traveled through time and used an alias, then who was he really? Hawthorne kept asking himself these questions. The captive claimed he survived a submarine drowning, yet there was no one to confirm if it was true. Since Hawthorne and the other castaways did not see one.
”There’s something I want to show you.”
Motioning his hand with the gun clinched inside, he watched the captive move up the stone staircase. Hawthorne walked behind him while he pressed the gun to the captive’s back. He wanted to show him the film made by NASA to demonstrate their so called ”beta program”, and got the feeling H.G. Vernon, or ”the captive” knew more than he let on. Each step they walked, Hawthorne felt he was closer and closer to finding the truth.
”Have a seat.”
Hawthorne watched the captive sit next to the projector. He got the film back out of the can, and loaded it up onto the projector. More than anything, he hoped the film would make the captive talk. He turned on the projector, and stood to the side of the captive. The film started, noticing the captive watched it. He stood there, wanting to see how the captive reacted to the film while it played on the screen.