We drove for quite a while, and I was able to spend some time getting my thoughts straightened out. I asked Chris for a paper and pencil, and starting writing down the names of everyone that I could remember meeting recently (or giving names to those I didn't know) and what I knew about them. What I ended up with was something like this:

Carl: The first guy that I saw. He came to my house and showed me a picture of some guy that he was looking for. I later saw him in the warehouse right before it exploded.

Bald guy: I don't know his name. He was in the picture that Carl showed me. He has a Russian accent. He showed up a few days after I met Carl. He hit me over the head and knocked me out. I woke up later in the trunk of a car.

Black-Haired Lady, Bert and Businessman-like Guy (or BBB): I saw these people when I woke up from the sleep that Bald Guy had knocked me into. They were staying at a cabin in the woods. They seemed nice, and I have no clue what side they're on. The Businessman-like Guy seemed to know almost everything about everything. They put me in a limo and were going to take me somewhere.

Ski-mask guys: These guys attacked the BBB people and "kidnapped" me. They took me to an airport, but I was able to get away from them. I took a taxi to a hotel.

Chris: I met Chris at the hotel. He paid for my taxi. He said that he was the one who made the memory chip. He seemed impressed about how many people I'd seen and gave me a job. My job was to recognize people and tell him who they were. He took me to a warehouse. The warehouse exploded and I was knocked out. When I woke up, I everyone was gone.

Truck Driver: I really don't know anything about this guy. He showed up at the warehouse after it blew up. He didn't see me, and I managed to stowaway in his truck as he drove away. He took me to a parking garage in Honolulu. After he got out of the car, Chris showed up and now I'm with him on the way to an airport somewhere.

Jade Nikia: I haven't met this person, but this name is circled on the paper that I found in the debris left by the exploding warehouse, so it must be important.

Well, my story was definitely confusing, but at least it was written out in front of me.
The car began slowing to a stop. I looked out the window. We weren't at an airport at all. Just a big, wide open field with a really small airplane sitting a few yards away.
Chris got out of the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll like it," he said. "It's a seaside resort."

It was Chris!
He was about as startled to see me as I was to see him.
"Sam! What are you doing in there?!"
I explained to him what happened to me after the explosion at the warehouse and asked what had happened to him. He wouldn't tell me.
"Let's just say that I don't want anybody to know I'm still around. And since you've seen me, you're gonna have to stick with me for a while. Now help me look."
I watched him rummage through some of the junk in the back of the truck. I thought about running, but I realized that I had nowhere to run to.
"What are you looking for?" I asked
"Oh, anything," he said, without looking up. "I don't really know. Anything that might give me some idea of what this guy is up to. Check the front, will you?"
I slowly walked to the front of the truck. I pulled the door handle, but the door didn't open.
"It's locked," I called out. Chris tossed me an odd looking key. I unlocked the door and started looking around. I couldn't find much. No identification, no briefcase, nothing. Obviously, whoever this truck belonged to was careful not to leave anything behind that could identify him.
"Alright, kid,"Chris called. "We gotta go. Leave everything like you found it."
I locked the door and followed Chris to a car that was parked a few yards away.
"Get in,' he said. "We've got a plane to catch."

I was able to uncover the tarp just enough to get some light. I pulled out the paper I had shoved in my pocket and began reading.
As I noted before, it was information about a hotel in Honolulu. It was called the Halekuni
Resort. It was near the beach, and it looked like a pretty nice place. There were some pictures of the outside of the building, and a list of names. One of them, "Jade Nikia," was circled.
I could tell by the sounds that we were entering a city. We had been driving for about 20 minutes, and I was getting very hot under the tarp. I carefully poked my head out to get some air. I blinked as the bright sun shined into my eyes. As I opened them, I found myself looking at downtown Honolulu. It had been a long time since I had seen a large city. The buildings moving past made me dizzy at first and I closed my eyes again. After a few seconds, we turned into a parking garage. I hid back under the tarp.
Soon, the truck was parked and I heard the door open and close again. I waited several minutes, but nothing happened. Just as I was about to get out, I heard someone walk up to the truck. I could tell by the footsteps that it wasn't the same guy who drove me here. Whoever it was walked up to the back of the truck and pulled the tarp off me.