I am Sam: A Work Of Fiction

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."