"OK, I did not see what I was looking for... Which is a good thing."
Johannes cleared his throat. "We were attacked in the bank. A gorilla of a man entered through one of the security doors in a drug-fueled rage, demanding to know why we were in "his" bank. Nobody I recognized. While trying to decide how to respond, a companion pulled out some sort of gun and shot him and he was... I guess the best word is 'vaporized.' Only his feet remained. It was shocking, to say the least."
"At this point, the gun was turned on me until I revealed my arm, just as you've done. It was explained that somewhere in this mall, someone has been mind-controlled, and possesses the tools to similarly control others: some sort of anesthetic-filled syringes and subcutaneous microchips. The microchips give off a green glow from the underside of the arm, or so I'm told... I've not found anyone showing such a hue. Considering that I have been asking nonchalantly like this, I have probably been quite lucky."
Johannes paces a bit, wiping his brow. "You are the second that I've told this to, in addition to three of us in the bank, making a total of five aware that I know of. I don't fancy the idea of becoming mind-controlled, so I feel it is in my best interest to continue the search. It has crossed my mind that it might be nothing more than a crazy conspiracy theory, but examining arms is a small price to pay."
"There is one more thing we were told about the situation. Those who are mind-controlled have no memory of what occurred prior to the implantation. We have begun to develop unique countersigns to prove that we remain unaffected. You and I should establish one as well... If we are separated, and then later reunited, I shall say to you..." Johannes looks skeptically at the camera. Although the voice has stopped responding, it is difficult to say for certain that someone was not listening in.
Whisper to Xavier