Saturday, December 28, 2013


     Well, I had a fun little visit in Russia. Business as usual, had to find a few things, then get out. The only issue was getting out. Luckily, there was a man who owed me a few favors. I only know him by his codename, 'Dmitri.' Pretty funny since 'Carter' isn't even my real name. Seems pretty common to use a fake one, eh? 

     Anyway, I had to arrange a meet with him. He chose a nice cafe in Moscow. He ordered tea. I opted for coffee. Hadn't slept in a while. He kind of stands out in a crowd, he's what you'd call 'stocky.' Also has a very loud voice that seems to full of emotion when he wants it to be. And he knows English. Which is very good for me, since I don't know any Russian. (Made my 'visit' very difficult, I normally rely on Sam for translation) He sat down at the table. 
"Carteya, my friend! How are you?"-D

"I've been better, Dmitri. But, I'm alive, guess that counts for something!" We both laughed for a while.

"I know you called me here for a reason. What's wrong? Are you looking for someone or something in particular?"-D

"No, actually I found what I was looking for. I need transportation. Soon, I need to leave Russia."

"What do you need my help with that for, you have your own plane, Mr. Agency-Man. Just fly on out like normal."-D

"It's not that simple..." He started reaching under the table. I know he was armed.

"Let me explain! It's nothing like that! I'm just on my own now. I can't have my people find me. I need safe transport out of country so they won't find me...Besides, you know I can have my gun out just as fast as you can. Let's not have a shootout here." I saw his arm stop moving for a few seconds. Then his hand reappeared to grab his tea.

"I can arrange transport. But it won't be easy. Your people will be asking questions...I still have a job to do. What am I supposed to tell them?"-D

"The truth, that I asked for your help. And that you provided transport. What you don't have to tell them, is what form of transport. Who. When. Where. You know, the details."

"I can do it. But it'll take some time. We'll meet again in two days. Stay out of trouble, Carteya."-D

"Thank you. And, I'll try my best, but you know how trouble tends to follow me everywhere I go." That managed to get another laugh out of him. 

     I left the cafe, he sat for a while thinking and finishing his tea before he left. We met again as planned, and he arranged transport out of Russia. It's too bad that this is only the beginning. And that I hadn't been home in time for Christmas. I had wanted to see my family and old friends. Not make contact with them, but see that they were okay and alive. Oh well, I have a job to do. A terrible job.

Forgive Me,

EDIT: "A New Year"
    So, for me, based from where I grew up, it's a new year. In some ways, that may be good; in others, not so  much. What does it mean for me? It means that I can't turn back. I've gone past the turning point. Well past it. There are so many decisions that I'm not proud of. At all. I've done some terrible things. Made big mistakes. And yet, it's only going to get worse. So much worse. This road that I'm walking leads straight to hell. And I'm willingly going against my morals, against my very being to continue this path. I must. I'll explain it all when the time is right. This weekend, I'll look at this past year in review for my post. Everything changes. Even us.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Interesting week

     Not much has changed since my last post. Had quite a few close calls, they're very well trained. Sam will make a great leader. A few things have happened though. The one that affects me the most is the fact that I can't use the Path anymore. It's weird, just last week I could if I concentrated enough. Now, I can't. Almost wish I had listened to Doc and let him take a blood sample. Maybe the substance in my blood isn't Azoth? Maybe there had been some, but it's gone now, replaced perhaps by whatever is there. Either way, it's making traveling a bit more difficult. 
     To my team, my order to stay clear of the Morningstar business stands. I'm still the Commander, so you'd better follow this order. I'm only looking out for you guys. I can only hope you'll understand when this is all over. I can only hope that you'll forgive me.
      Lovett, I have a personal request, kill every single one of those Nameless. Before I left, Keith was wanting to talk to Linux. I'm sure that Sam will set you up with anything that you may need. 
     To the rest of you reading this, and the comments. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry everyone. I'll make another update next week. 

Until Then,

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Been a Little While

     Hi all. Carter here. Been a while, eh? This post will go up about a week after I type it. Trying to keep a step ahead. Been tying up some loose ends: finding things I need, and talking to a few people. On my own. Left from the archives building of that city. After talking to Lovett. He knows the full situation. Sorry if my sudden disappearance caused any issues, Sam. But, I have to do this alone. Lovett, if you feel like telling anyone, that's your decision, I hope at least that you had found something of use in the archives. Make it count.

     So, I'm on my own for now. And will be for a while. You guys will get posts from me, don't worry. And I'll try to find the time to comment. But I can't reveal my current location at any time. I'm sure that I'm now being considered a 'threat' by my own people. Which, considering everything I know and am capable of, I deserve that kind of treatment. I'll make a better post for you all soon. This is just a small update. By the way, Jack, you had better stay out of this. It isn't your fight. You know that. You made a deal with her. Follow through or I'll track you down myself. You know I can and will.

Stay Safe Everyone,

Friday, November 29, 2013

We're OK. Well, alive. Or at least we were when I typed this. Not sure when it'll be posted. Not much in the way of internet connectivity where we are. We also don't know anything about current events, and won't be able to post any comments. Like Carter had said, we left on a mission. 'We' being him, Doc, and me. I'll tell you all what's gone on. Green text = Carter. Blue = Doc. And orange = me.

   I was caught up in reports and files, as many of our contacts were having issues. Some dropped off the grid. Others were found dead. Placed in very obvious locations. Displayed for any and all to see. Nasty business. Anyway, I was busy with that while Carter decided to post comments. Partly because of the alternate Linux. Who, by the way, I hope returned to where he belongs. Didn't sound like someone I'd want to meet. So, I was getting ready to call it a night when I saw Carter walk towards the cockpit. I followed, curious as to why he finally emerged from his office. soon as you get clearance to depart, head straight to those coordinates.

Hattery looked like he was about to argue. But Carter continued talking.

I know that it is the middle of Antarctica, but you'll find a small landing strip at those coordinates. They'll be barely adequate for our plane. 

Hattery said 'yes sir' as he contacted air traffic control. Carter turned to me.

Ah, Sam, there you are! Do me a favor, find the good doctor. Tell him that we are going on a very important mission. He'll need to prep supplies for, oh, maybe a week to three weeks. It's a long mission. I'll be in my office.

He walked out as I said 'yes, sir.' I made my way to the med-bay. The ensign from Raven squad was next to Keith's bed. Keith luckily has been healing well. He's been able to talk, just very quietly. It's good that he has someone to talk to, since Linux isn't with us. Doc was at his desk.

Oh, Sam. What can I do for you? Headache? Can't sleep?

No, nothing like that. The commander wants us to go on a special mission with him. In Antarctica. Wants you to pack supplies for about a three week excursion.

Antarctica? Surely, you misheard him. There's nothing there that could possibly interest us.

I didn't. He said Antarctica.

Well, then. I guess Marcus will have to take over medical duties while I'm away. I'll have to brief him on what to do if any situation arises involved young Keith. I'll be at the Osprey at 0430 tomorrow. Will that be acceptable?

It had better. As I finished that statement, Hattery's voice came over the intercom telling everyone to prep for take-off. I'll see you then, Doc. I need some sleep.

Good night, Sam.

I went to my quarters and slept. The next morning, Carter met us at the Osprey. We were about to land the plane. Doc had under-estimated the travel time. We made sure that we had everything we needed. After the plane landed, we got the Osprey prepped. Carter put Jenkins in charge of operations, and Doc put Marcus in charge of the med bay. We set out. About an hour later, Carter brought us to a landing. We got out. There was nothing of note in sight. I don't see anything, commander. Why did we stop here?

It's the right place. It has to be. He started looking up at the sky. He mumbled something about 'the brightest star.' And he set off in a direction. Then, he disappeared.

Carter! Carter! Where'd he go?

Calm down Doc. I drew my pistol and started advancing to the last place we'd seen him. Suddenly, his head appeared in mid-air. Just his head.

What are you two waiting for? Get over here! You won't believe this! His head disappeared again. I stepped forward.

I was frozen. In front of me. There was a city. With what looked like architecture from many different cultures. Some, modern. Some, ancient. I saw short huts, and tall skyscrapers. I saw concrete, metal, even wood. It was completely invisible from where we had landed. The city was on a much lower elevation. There was a hill all around the city. The city itself was devoid of snow. And I could feel a breeze that felt warm. This place defied logic. I turned around and saw Doc as he approached. He didn't see me waving. Then he stepped through and saw it all as well. A perception filter of some kind. On this scale? Brilliant!

Come on, we need to find the commander. We started down the steps. It was amazing. I had never seen anything like this. But, the streets were empty. There weren't any people. Yet, the city looked like it was well maintained. We eventually found the city center. There was a big circular building. From here, I could see that the planner had been very organized. You could see cross-roads all the down the main streets. We entered the building and found Carter. Reading from a book of some kind. The walls were covered by enormous bookshelves. Each one full of books.

...the ultimate sacrifice. The end to it all. He must walk alone. To save them all. To save the one...  He looked up at us. It's amazing isn't it? And to think, we are the first humans to walk here in centuries! Maybe even millenniums! I want you two to guard the Osprey. I'll check in every day. And, Lieutenant Commander, if you get the chance, find a way to contact our friend Lovett. There are so many books here. Offer transportation here. Tell him to consider it a favor. Free of charge. No strings attached.

Yes, sir. Do you need anything else? We could be more of a help in here with you.

No, I'm fine. I want you two out there. This place is dangerous. 

But, Carter, you've been locked in your office. I haven't even had time to examine you and make sure you're okay! Come back with us, this city won't be going anywhere. 

No, no. I'm perfectly healthy. Don't worry about me. It was obvious that arguing would do no good. We set out for the Osprey. So, here I am. Typing this up. Waiting for a satellite to pass that we could use for internet. Lovett, his offer is genuine. If you want to see the city, inform us. We'll provide transportation. Of course, we'll be out of contact for at least another week, I suspect. I hope you are all well and safe. Sanna, be careful, alternate Linux sounded like he was a bit too crazy. I wouldn't trust him. Linux, I hope you're back and safe. Keith has asked about you a few times. Doc thinks that he'll make a full recovery.

Need to be quick, got a connection. Stay safe everyone. Will update and catch up when I can. Feel free to leave comments. We might get another connection soon. - Lt. Com. Cartwright

So, we're back on the plane for now. Doc and I. Carter asked us to go back. I guess my description of the city didn't really do it any justice. It's far too amazing to describe. And the fact that there's a perception filter that blocks the entire city from view is even more amazing. The archive building (since that seems to be what it was) has books on many different topics. There's stuff about human history. Going back farther than anything I've seen, and going ahead: into the future. There's books about the fears. About people. Different topics, research, medicine. You name it, it's here.  It's a treasure trove. Doc and I walked in to find Carter as he hadn't checked in with us. He was sitting at a desk in the center, the top covered with books and papers. He kept muttering to himself, although I couldn't make out what. Doc went off to the medicine area.

Carter, you haven't checked in, we were worried about you.

Don't be, this place is protected. It's the rest of the city that you have to worry about. I want you and Doc to go back to the plane for a while. Maybe pick up Lovett if he's interested. I'll be alright. Got enough rations here to last me a month.

Suddenly, we heard Doc yell something. The words were lost in the echo. He came running with a book in his hand.

I've found it! After nearly a decade, I've found a copy!

Without looking up, Carter started speaking. Yes, you did. In the medical research section. A book full of research that could be very useful and could save many lives. Most copies were destroyed, because the methods used to obtain the research were described as 'unethical.' 

Doc was surprised. So was I. How did you know that?

He looked up. Just a guess. He turned to me. Can you do what I asked?

Yes, we can. We'll be back as soon as possible, sir.

He turned back to the books as we started for the doors. Before you go, you'll want to leave that. It can't go through those doors.

Why not?

Well, it was destroyed for a reason. And it would cause the entire building to collapse around our ears. Not a fun way to end the day.

Doc put the book back and we left. Now, here we are. Me, reading reports and drinking hot cocoa. While Hattery prepares to take off. Lovett, send us your coordinates and we'll be there. - Lt. Com. Cartwright

Friday, November 15, 2013

Situation Update

Sam here. A lot's happened this past 24 hours. For starters, the commander was posting comments. In the middle of a crisis situation. That's the major thing. We had a crisis. We're fine now and waiting for clearance to land at a different site. Hopefully, we'll be safe until we can figure out what had happened. Colored text: Pinkish-purple=me. Blue=Doc. Orange=Jenkins. Green=Hattery.
I was in the operations room when alarms started going off.

Ma'am, you'll want to see this. Massive surge of Sigma in the area.

Lieutenants Greene and O'Connor walked in. Along with Doc.
Is it true?

Before I could respond, Hattery's voice came over the intercom: Our instruments up here are picking up Sigma. Please tell me it's a false alarm.

Jenkins told me it wasn't. We had to act, fast. Doc, get the med-bay prepared, just in case. Keep an eye on Keith as well. Greene, get your squad ready and go on constant patrol throughout the plane. Make sure we are airtight. O'Connor, get your squad ready, have them prepare for possible boarders. Hattery, get us in the air ASAP. Am I clear? Questions?

They all started moving. This was bad. Ma'am? This surge came out of nowhere. I've never seen anything like it. Are we even prepared for this? And where's the commander?

Just focus on those readings, lieutenant. I want to know where this is coming from.   

Another alarm went off. Proximity alarm! Port side wing. Near engine 3. Footage.  He pointed at a monitor. The image was very difficult to see, but there was a figure standing looking straight at the camera.

Can you enhance it any, Jenkins?

Negative. This is the best we can get. I'll keep an eye on it. Shouldn't the commander be out here, taking charge in this kind of situation? 

He should, yes. But forget about him. We have a job to do. If he wants to stay in that office, than at least he's out of my way. 

He looked like he was about to say something. But he got cut off by the intercom. It was Doc. Sam, I'm looking at these readings. There are enough particles out there to kill any of us with only a half-second of exposure. There's nothing I can really do. If we get a breach... He didn't need to finish that thought.

I know. I'm going to the cockpit to see why we aren't in the air yet. Jenkins, keep an eye on our 'friend' out there.

On the way, I passed by Raven squad. They were in full protective gear. Not that it would do them any good. At least it made them feel safer. All three pilots were in the cockpit. Hattery, Dixon, and the Russian ensign who claims to be the best pilot that Russia's ever seen. I wouldn't know. Lieutenant! Why aren't we in the air yet? 

Hattery answered without turning. Engines aren't igniting. I don't know why. The fuel is reaching them. The lines are fine. But they just aren't igniting. I looked at the ensign. He was intently watching his panel. He then called Hattery's attention to something. That might just work. Let's give it a try, what have we got to lose, eh? It's going to be a while, ma'am, go ahead on back to the ops center. Let us fly-boys handle this.

I walked on back to the operations control. It was a while before anything happened. Raven and Bear kept reporting no activity. Jenkins let me know when the figure vanished. Suddenly we started moving. I walked to the intercom. Results?

Kind of. We're moving. Just not the way we want to. Engines are working for reverse thrust, but not forward thrust. I'm thinking that, maybe, if we move back far enough, we might be able to get forward thrust. It was a sound plan. As long as we didn't hit anything. Jenkins called my attention to the monitors. The figure had appeared at two other locations before disappearing again. Along with all traces of the Sigma. Hattery came over the intercom again. Everyone strap in! We're going to start take-off procedures. With luck it'll work. Next stop, anywhere but here.  

We were in the air shortly afterwards. Currently, Jenkins and his team are looking at the still frames from the camera recordings. Doc's doing examinations of everyone to make sure that none of were introduced to Sigma. We're waiting for clearance to land. And I'm completely pissed at the commander. It can go down here, in record. That was completely out-of-line. He should have been out here when the first alarm went off. Instead, he stayed in that office, writing comments on blogs. I'll keep you all posted. Lieutenant Commander Sam Cartwright, signing off.


Friday, November 8, 2013

He's awake now. Woke up an hour ago. Was in an incredibly bad mood. Here's what went down. White text with quotes is him, blue is Doc, and the orange is me. (I'm going to try this and see if it's easier than quotes)

"How long have I been out?"

At least 11 days, sir. We were getting a bit worried.

I'm going to need to run some tests to--   He was cut off. The commander was already getting up and moving while he said the following.

"No, I'm fine. No tests needed."


"I'm fine."  Doc was shocked. So was I. This wasn't like him, he didn't cut people off like that. At least, not his friends. He left the room at a brisk pace. Straight to his 'office'. (Which in actuality was a separate bunk room that he had converted into an office space. It has a three way desk with more than sufficient space. It's connected to his bunk room.) Shortly afterward, he called for me on the intercom. I came to his office and entered.

"On the small table to your right is a piece of paper. On it is a list of food that I'd like you to bring in to me, has the amounts as well. Please be quick."

He said all of that without even turning around and looking at me. He was facing the monitors on the far wall.

I hesitated. I wanted to say something about how he was acting. Yes, sir. Consider it done. I snapped off a salute by habit, even though he wouldn't be able to see it. I went and got the food, brought it back to the office.

"Just set it on the table, please, Lieutenant Commander."

Yes, sir...Permission to speak freely?   His motto with me is that I always am free to speak my mind, I still ask anyway as I prefer to follow protocol.

"Denied."  Blunt. Straight to the point. And, most importantly, surprising. I stood their completely aghast at this for a few moments. Then I responded.

...Yes, sir. Anything else? Orders?

"No, that will be all. Dismissed"

I left the office. Something's not right. He hasn't talked to anyone since, he hasn't said anything about what had happened. Nothing. It's unnerving. This isn't like him. He never got like this before, did he? - Lt. Com. Cartwright

Friday, November 1, 2013

Been Too Long (Part 5)

 Well, I will add this here, before the main part of the post. He's still in the med-bay. If anyone has any leads, please help. We've run out of ideas. Bear squad hasn't seen anything at the warehouse, possibly they cleaned house after what happened. Anyway, here's the posting of the last catch-up part. - Lt. Com. Cartwright


     So, now the major event that I've been passively mentioning. The massacre. It happened so fast, and so many things occurred at once. It started, for me, when I woke up. Suddenly, something woke me up. I sat in my bed trying to figure out what. It wasn't S, she was still sleeping soundly next to me. There wasn't anyone in the room. What was it? And then it hit me: it was quiet. Completely quiet. Normally, you could hear the ventilation systems as they had to run almost constantly to keep the temperature stable. Something was seriously wrong. I jumped out of the bed, and ran to the desk where I kept a pistol. S woke up and asked me what was wrong. I told her to stay in the room, and to start bundling up in clothing. The temperature was already starting to fall.

      The hallways were empty, and dark. I made my way to the generator rooms. Knowing full well that there were only two people who could disable the generators. On the way, I ran into Sam. I informed her her of the situation, and ordered her to start the evacuation procedures. She ran the opposite way. Gathering her team as she went. I made it into the room where the generators could be activated. Right as the third set went down. The third set was devoted entirely to the shielded alloy. It requires electricity to function as a barrier. I saw as Class 2's just 'popped' into existence and killed the people in the halls who weren't prepared. I made it to the controls. He was waiting for me. Jumped me when I was reaching for the console.

        "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" I saw his gun, and managed to send it from his hands, but he did the same to me. I was preparing to use the strikes that Strider had taught me back in London, but he struck first. Hard. My head was slammed onto the nearby railing for the maintenance catwalk. Dazed me. I managed to recover in time to avoid a swing from a pipe that he had 'found.' (More appropriately, ripped from previously mentioned railing.) That was his mistake. He had put too much weight behind the swing. It would be a weakness to exploit. Later. As at this time he had my leg and made sure to break it. I managed to get a decent hit in. He flew into the controls, the generator roared to life. That's when the plan formed. He swung with the pipe again. I was able to throw my weight against him. He fell through the gap he had made in the railing. Right into the generator. It jammed and performed an emergency shutdown. But, there was no way he'd get free. I found one of the pistols, and limped over to the controls. He started talking. "I know what you're thinking, [REDACTED], don't do it! You all need me! Sam needs me! You need me! We have a lot in common, I can teach you so much!" I slowly started reaching for the control that would activate the generator. Do you know what you're doing? You're dooming yourself. You're dooming [REDACTED]. You're dooming Sam. Everyone out there will die! All because of you! I was saving you all! I was saving Sam! Don't do this!" I hit the switch. The sounds of the gears covered his screams. I shot the controls after locking them. No one would shut them off. I left the room and started heading for the hanger. Where everyone would rendezvous for evacuation. Where we'd set up the warhead that would blow up the facility. I hobbled my there. Shot three Class 2's who thought they could keep me away from S. I made it there and saw the survivors. All 7 of them. 

     I walked right past them all, straight to the access port for the bomb. Sam saw what I was doing, she ushered everyone onto the Osprey as the pilots started the engines. Time seemed to slow as Sam, S, and Sean O'Connor (who is now the current leader of Bear squad.) came running towards me. "Where's my brother?" Sam asked me. I didn't answer. I started the arming procedure. And then I saw it: the bomb had been sabotaged. It would need to be manually detonated. I cursed as loud as I could. "Damn it all! Get out here! That's an order you two! [REDACTED], you need to leave as well. Leave me. I need to do this." They stared at me. Then S spoke up. "No. I'm not leaving you behind." She turned to Sam with a determined look on her face. She turned back to me. "I'm sorry. Goodbye, Jeff." Sam and O'Connor grabbed me, they started bringing me towards the Osprey. I fought back. They managed to hit me hard enough to daze me into submission. I was forced to watch as S stood next to bomb. Then I saw a figure appear and stand next to her. It was too far away for me to make it out. And I couldn't open my mouth and yell to warn her. She didn't notice it. The ramp closed and the Osprey lifted off. About 45 seconds later, the shock-wave from the explosion was felt. I felt numb and dead. She was gone. I looked at everyone who was left. Me, Sam, O'Connor, Dixon and Hattery (the pilots), and two ensigns who I didn't recognize. One of whom was crying. I wanted to. But I couldn't. I was their commander, I had to appear strong and in control. 

      I walked up to the cockpit and turned to Hattery. "Bring us to these coordinates." I said as I started typing them out. "Use the clearance code 'Bearcat'. They'll let us in with no fuss. We're heading to our new home." I paused. "Are we the only ones who made it out?" Dixon nodded solemnly. I sighed. There had been 874 people stationed at that base. We were about to start sending people to man facilities in different parts of the world. But Cartwright had always found some excuse to hold them all back. Now I knew why. I patted their shoulders as I went back to the others. Sam saw me and called everyone to attention. "At ease, everyone. As you all know, we're the only survivors. Ensign Sean O'Connor, you are now the Lieutenant in charge of Bear squad. You will be able to choose your own candidates once we're safe. Lieutenant Samantha Cartwright, you are now a Lieutenant Commander. You will fill my previous role as second-in-command. I have a few candidates in mind to start with our rebuilding efforts. I'll give you the files when we touch down. Until then, everyone, get some rest. We're not out of the storm yet." I collapsed into a seat. And just sat there. Staring straight ahead as I tried to process everything that had just happened.

     We made it to the coordinates. The site of a project codenamed 'Bearcat' by the guys working on it. We loaded the Osprey into the hold and took flight. We added the technicians who volunteered to our crew roster. Lieutenant Jenkins and his men have made fine additions to our crew. I gave Sam the files that she would need to pass on to our contacts. That's how we got Doc and Marcus. Sean filled up his squad, while I briefed Doc and Marcus. Doc is obviously our doctor, and Marcus was given the position of squad leader to Raven squad. He filled up his squad. And then, bad news struck. Every country that supported us, with three exceptions, dropped their support. As soon as they got wind of what happened. Those two ensigns were called back home by their governments. It was either that or be branded a 'public enemy' and 'terrorist' in their home land. At the end of the day, only the US, the UK, and Russia were left.

      Shortly afterward, I arranged a revenge plan on Jack. He broke the deal, S had not been protected like he'd said. I trapped him using information that he trusted me with. And I killed him. Retrieved my revolver, and left him to rot. He deserved it. That's about the same time that we received the first few rumors of S being alive. Since then, I have been devoted to finding her. At the very least, she needs someone who can end it all for her. She doesn't deserve this life. She should still be at home, living in ignorance of all of this. But instead, she was brought into this mess. Because of me. That's the only thing keeping me going. To save her. Whether literally or figuratively, I will. I won't let anything stand in my way.

      That's the most important stuff that happened. Now we're at the present. I'll be sure to give you guys situation reports whenever I'm able. Stay safe everyone, the world's a dangerous place.

Don't Lose Sight of What Matters

(November 5, 2013) Rather than make a new post for this, I'll just add a small edit here. I've added a new tab at the top of the blog with some biographies on the members of the team. It's something that Carter's been working on. But, he's still out cold. Been quiet, though. I can't help but worry. We've also picked up Linux's friend, Keith. Doc has him stabilized. He'll live. I need to get going for now. My eyes are hurting form straining them so much. - Lt. Com Cartwright.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

So Any Help Would be Appreciated

Um, Sam Cartwright here. I don't do the whole 'write a full blog post' thing so please bear with me on this. Earlier, we found the commander unconscious in an alleyway. Mumbling stuff. We brought him back to the plane and put him in the med-bay. We watched the footage from his stake-out at a warehouse. He eventually started following a figure that looked male into an alleyway. Then the footage cut out. That's all that we could gather form it. We didn't know why he was there either. The last contact we had with him was when he called Raven squad back to base. After an hour of radio silence we started looking for him. And now, here we are. Marcus and Doc have tried everything they can think of but haven't gotten a response. Maybe one of you can help? I know he'd rely on someone like Med with stuff like this, but she's probably busy trying to live a normal life. As for what he's mumbling, it's mostly incoherent. What I have gathered is:
  • "I [am] not your child!"
  • "I serve no one"
  • "Leave me alone"
  •  "Them" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "They" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "Us" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "Me" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "We" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "I" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "Where" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "Why" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
  • "How" (Repeated multiple times, possibly part of a sentence)
So, any advice would be greatly helpful. If he's not able to, I will post the 5th part of his 'catch-up' posts. He already has it typed up. - Lt. Com. Cartwright

Small update, we just restrained him to the bed. He started thrashing around and was shouting "Let her go!" repeatedly.

Situation update, Wednesday.
 His condition has gotten worse. We're debating sedating him. About an hour ago, he shouted 'no!' before thrashing about more. Afterwards, he started crying a bit. Whatever is happening must be terrible. I've never seen him cry. Not when S stayed behind to arm the bomb. Not even after we saw the bomb detonate at the base in Alaska.  Not even when we heard the rumors of her survival. Not once. I wish I could help him.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Been Too Long (Part 4)

     I hate the desert. Especially the Sahara. Especially creepy old abandoned bases in the middle of the Sahara. Even more so when creepy bases have enemies lurking around. Linux has been digging around in the other reality of his in the Agency's old bases. We can't hit the Alaskan base because of the sheer number of enemies there, but the Saharan base was another story. It had been abandoned back in 2008. The commander at the time decided a base in the US would be more beneficial. Well, some of the structure survived. However, we needed a local guide to find it. Luckily, Ms. Cartwright is very adept with languages. Our ground team had been myself, her, Linux, and Raven squad. Bear had been left with the Bearcat to keep an eye out. We've heard rumors about Jack being seen. Anyway, we had to sweep and clear the structure. Then we let Linux do his thing. He told us a lot of what he found, but he's also kept some to himself. Understandable, some things are never meant to be known. We bugged out as soon as we were done. Set off a few more bombs inside to completely destroy it so that it can't be used by the same group again. Ironically, they were servants of the Cold Boy. Why the desert, who knows.

     And, now for those of you who have been reading the comments section, you probably have started piecing more of what's happened together. As a recap (for those of you who aren't reading the comments):
  • I gave Lovett some equipment and got some files in return
  • The mystery Class 3 who led the attack in Alaska, who (the late) Cartwright had served, who possibly has S, and who very well possibly brought me back may be Lilith. Which, as it just so happens, we have absolutely nothing in our database about. Seriously, why can't things be easy for once in my life? Because of those...implications, I have a constant monitor on my brainwaves. Since we know that I can hear whispers, that means that something is messing with my head. And we'd rather be safe than sorry. I hate my life.

    Now, back to the past.

     I'm going to give you all an abridged version in an attempt to make this shorter. So, I woke up the next morning with S next to me. I tried slipping out of the bed without waking her. Didn't work, she looked at me.

"You're going?" She looked very sad, yet tired as well.

"I have to. It's a...difficult life. I'll be back as soon as I can, [REDACTED]."

She sighed, but said goodbye to me. I got ready, donned the uniform, and started for the mess hall. I met with Sam after eating a small breakfast. She brought me through the base on the tour which ended with the doctor giving me a full examination. I made sure to mention the fact that I could hear constant whispering. He told me to inform him if anything changed.

     Flash forward a short while (I told you that I was going to give you all the abridged version) and I had completed quite a few operations on the ground. I think, at the time of this event, it was 5 or 6. I had been working closely with Sam and her squad. Raven squad was 'the best of the best'. And she was the commanding officer of it. You see, the ranking system is a bit odd. First, the ensigns, the lowest rank. Then, the lieutenants, the squad leaders. Next, Lieutenant Commander, second in command of all operations. And lastly, Commander, the head of everything in the Agency. So, we had just successfully completed an assault on a proxy base. I decided that I needed to find a way to relax. S was not at the base, she only visited on the weekends, so I decided to attempt climbing the nearby mountain. I convinced Sam to join me. After we got to the top, we relaxed for a bit and talked. Then we saw it: the biggest snowstorm we had ever seen. The area that the base was in was notorious for bad storms, but this one was at least three times as large as a normal one. And we hadn't gotten a single warning. Normally, we do.

     Something was wrong. We hurried back to the base. Got inside just as the storm hit. This was back when the alloy shielding was only on the vital rooms. Suddenly, we lost power. The emergency generators kicked on just in time for me to see the soldiers next to me get cut down. We had a fighting retreat. As we went deeper into our own base, they kept cutting us down. Eventually, one jumped from around a corner and knocked me to the ground. He smiled a twisted smile. "I've got you!" He said it with such glee that it made my blood freeze. The knife was plunged down to the hilt into my left lung. I fought him back as he (and myself) were shocked that I was still able to breathe. He stabbed my other lung, too. It knocked me back, and I hit the ground in shock. 'I shouldn't be breathing' kept shooting through my mind. A bullet went through his head. Sam started dragging me back to the medics. They pulled the knife out and we all watched as the wounds slowly closed on their own. Shortly after, we managed to repel the attack. All their bodies disappeared. We thought it may have been the Cold Boy who orchestrated the attack, but there wasn't any proof. They kept me under close watch to try and find out if I was dangerous. Eventually, I was released back into duty. Since then, I have taken more abuse than should be possible. My heart itself has been shot four times. I know I'm not invulnerable though, so I try to attempt caution.

     The next event involved Cartwright. As you all know, he had been serving a Class 3. He had special abilities as well. At the time, I had no clue of either of those. I found out the hard way what his abilities were. He made a call on an operation that I didn't agree with. He called me into his office. We argued. I snatched a gun, and aimed it at him. He laughed and told me to shoot him. When I didn't pull the trigger, he moved faster than any other human. Laughed some more as he aimed the pistol at his own shoulder. Crazy bastard pulled the trigger. I watched as both the wound itself and the fabric of the uniform moved back into place and healed. All that happened in less than 10 seconds. Faster than the speed that my wounds heal. He laughed, and dismissed me.

     Later, I found out that he served a Class 3. As he betrayed us to it. Would have killed everyone. I had to kill him. Took a major beating in the process. I'll tell you guys that in the next part. Hopefully, I'll wrap it all up in that one.

Until the Next,

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Been Too Long (Part 3)

     So part three. You know a decent bit about the present, so let's hop on back to the past with the next part of my story. As a short recap, I was dead.

     After Alan's tour, everyone decided to talk to me off and on. I read the books in the library. Stuff like that. I learned a lot from that library. Some of it...I shouldn't know. But, the damage is done. I'll try not to slip up and say things I shouldn't. Luckily, Sam will try to help keep that from happening. The conversations weren't that important that I'll post then here. I'm sure most of you can probably guess what they were. Aly and I talking about our last stand, Tim and I talking about plans and tactics, Alan and I talking about 'the good old days', and then there was Jamie. I couldn't help but feel awkward around her. Partially because I had inadvertently caused her death, and partially because of the contents of her goodbye letter. She understands my stand point on both topics however, so we still had a good time.

     So, just as I was getting settled in to life there, something happened. Somehow, I was brought back to life. Right as I accepted my death. I woke up on a hospital bed. With a dry mouth. The room was bright. Eventually, I managed to make out a figure with their back to me. I made a grunt. The figure jumped. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that the figure was a male in a doctor's coat. With the Agency's standard-issue uniform underneath. 

"We thought you were dead! I just logged your brain death about an hour ago!"-him

  "Sorry to disappoint. Can I have water?"-me

"Right, sorry." He got me some water.

   "What happened to me?"

"When we tried to flush the Azoth out of your system, you went comatose. Just an hour ago, all brain activity ceased. You were dead! And aren't."

    "Alright, why is she here?" Before I had died, I had seen S sitting by my bedside. She had been talking to me. I can't remember about what. Just that she was there. In between the moments of all the poking and prodding. She was here. "Who involved her?" My voice was cracking.

"We thought that someone familiar would ease you out of the coma. It obviously didn't work. She's still here actually. With the Commander, he was about to break the news to her." The doctor turned to a nearby intercom. "Uh, Commander? You won't believe this, but...he's alive."

    "What? Who? Do you mean?..."-Com. Cartwright.

"Yes."-the doctor

    "I'm on my way with the girl now. Make sure he stays that way."-Com. Cartwright .Shortly afterwards, his voice came over the loudspeakers. "Attention all personnel: there is a possible Class 3 breach. All non-essential personnel report to designated areas. Security teams on high alert."

      The lights dimmed. The doctor pulled out a pistol from his desk drawer. It looked like an HK USP. Modified however. I later learned that it was the standard-issue pistol. A modified .45 USP with what appears to be a Laser Aim Module attached. In reality, it's actually a stun gun attachment. Can be re-purposed for everything from electricity to mini-spy cams to tranquilizer darts. Very useful in the field.

"Class 3?" I asked.

  "Better known as a Fear. Class 3's are very dangerous. Class 2's are humans who have...extra abilities. Class 1's are everyone else. Make sense?"


       The door opened and two soldiers entered. After they checked the room, Cartwright entered with S behind him. One of the soldiers left to help guard the door, the one who remained was female and had a distinct British accent. When S saw me, she ran towards me with tears in her eyes. She pretty much grabbed me and wouldn't let go.

 "They told me you" She was almost sobbing at that point, and was having issues talking.

"I know. I was. But, I'm fine now. Don't worry. It's alright, I'm alive."-me

 "It's not fine! They told me all. All of it. The monsters, your arm, everything. I..I'm scared."

"Don't be." I shot a glare at Cartwright. We were going to have a 'talk' about this. "All that matters is that I'm alive. You're alive. We're both OK for now. Calm down." She got quiet after that. We just sat there for a while. Eventually, I told her that I needed to talk to Cartwright. "I'm assuming you've arranged a room?" I asked him. He said yes. He told the soldiers outside to escort her to the room. She gave one last squeeze before she let go. I waited for the door to close completely. "What the hell do you want?"

  He sighed. "Don't worry, we're above torture. That's not why you're here." He paused. "Look, I'm not going to lie to you, [REDACTED], we need you. You have more experience with...them than all of us combined. That's why you are my second-in-command. Rank of Lieutenant Commander. You report directly to me. Everything you will need to know is in a briefing packet in your room. You will be given a tour of the facility by Lieutenant Cartwright" He gestured toward the female soldier in the corner. "at 0700 tomorrow. Any questions?" I noticed that, while he was talking, he slowly moved his hand to the holster with his pistol.

"None." He could tell from my tone that I wasn't very pleased with the situation.

"Good, welcome to the Agency, Mr. Carter." He smiled.

The doctor spoke up, "Well, since you two seem to be done, tomorrow around 1830, can you come in for a complete physical? We have no idea of the effects from all of the Azoth in your system. I'll just run a few tests and psyche evaluation. That fine?" He looked from me to Cartwright. After receiving no answer, he nodded and turned back to the work on his desk.

 "Lieutenant, can you escort him to his quarters?" Cartwright turned to the soldier.

"Yes, sir!" She practically shouted the words to him. Just before the door closed as we exited, I commented about his loss of the British accent that he had the last time. He didn't respond.

The first few minutes of the walk were awkward, to say the least. I decided to break the ice. "What's your name?"

"Lieutenant Cartwright, sir. CO of Raven squad, sir."

I sighed. "Look, I'm not liking this whole 'command' thing. OK? My name's [REDACTED], but everyone knows me as Carter. And your name is?"

She looked uncomfortable. "It's...Samantha, sir. Samantha Cartwright."

"Good. Nice to meet you, Sam. One last thing, drop the 'sirs', please?"

"Yes, si...I think I can try that."

"I'm glad." We arrived at my quarters. She reminded me that I'd need to be ready for the tour by 0700. She also gave me my security card and PDA. After we said our goodbyes, I entered the room.

     The room was nice. Very nice. Definitely had been made for Officers in command. I stopped in the bathroom first and looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. Which, to be fair, was completely expected seeing as I was pronounced dead earlier in the day. I cleaned up the best I could, and walked over to the desk. I read through the packet. I learned that shortly after my 'experience' with the Agency, they had suffered a massive attack. In the process, they lost their old base and commander. Forcing Cartwright, who had been the Lieutenant in command of Raven squad, to take over as Commander. They regrouped in the Alaskan facility. Which had been originally designed as a prison. And had the prototype of the metal alloy shielding that we still use. I also had access to the classified mission reports. Things weren't going well. The Agency was losing the fight. That's why they recruited me. In hopes that I could add extra experience and turn the tide.

     I had read enough depressing material for the night. S had already been asleep when I entered the room. I carefully laid down on the bed, I didn't want to wake her up. She noticed and grabbed my arm, my left arm. She didn't let go, and fell back asleep. It took me longer to fall asleep. The whispering was very unsettling. It wouldn't go away. I turned back and forth for at least an hour before I fell into the cold embrace of sleep. Things got more and more complicated as time went on...

Stay Safe,

Friday, October 11, 2013

Been Too Long (cont.)

     I'm still trying to get caught up, what a task! I guess before I continue the story, I should tell you all my current situation. I'm on a plane. My plane. Well, more accurately the plane I'm in command of.

     You see, the Agency had a mole. This mole worked for a Fear. He was pretty high up in the chain of command. No one suspected him. He's dead now. I had to kill him. Cartwright. He was setting us all up. He claimed it was to protect Sam (his sister). I didn't buy it. She would have died. We all would have. When I get to that part, you'll all understand.

     After his death, his second in command (read: me) took over. I'm now the commander of the Agency. Or, rather, what's left of it. After the massacre in Alaska, we had to use the command plane. It's actually pretty large. It has a cargo hold with enough space for the Osprey. (which is actually a major prototype. the engine pylons actually retract. It barely fits in the hold.) Next is the holding cells. These can open into the cargo hold for 'offloading' prisoners. Then the med-bay. Next is the command room, which doubles as a briefing room. Then the armory. And then the living section (which is pretty tight, but functional). Lastly, the cockpit. For the crew, we have three pilots, five maintenance techs, me (the commanding 'officer'), Sam Cartwright (my second in command. She's very capable and trustworthy), Linux, the doctor (who is a good friend of mine from my adventures in London, referred to as 'Doc'), and the two remaining four-man teams (Raven and Bear). In total, 20 people. The plane can hold about 25 to 30 people comfortably. It's a decent base. However, since it is a plane it has some obvious drawbacks. 

     Before, the Agency had support from many countries. Now, however, there's only three backing us. The United States, Russia, and the UK. We manage to get by with the budget.

     As some of you may know from Linux's post, he's pretty much along for the ride. Right now we're having an extended 'lay-over' so he can continue doing his thing. As you can tell, yes we have a tail on him. Raven squad. Commanded by Marcus, who you all met on my blog before. Mainly, the tail is there to protect Linux, but also to keep an eye on him. He a Class 2 after all. We have a small classification system. Class 1's are people who don't have any special abilities. Your regular 'run-of-the-mill' runners, civilians, etc. Every operative on my team is a Class 1. Then there's Class 2. These are humans (or had been at one time) who have received 'abilities'. For example: Linux's ability to enter a new 'dimension', my ability to use the path, Morningstar's near-invulnerability, etc. Lastly, Class 3. These are the Fears themselves. Non-humans with massive power. You know them: the S-man, the Rake, the Cold Boy, Jack, etc. It's an easy way to organize threats. Luckily, the plane (named 'Bearcat') is reinforced with an experimental alloy that blocks anyone from using the other 'dimensions'. In theory, it should keep Class 3's and 2's from just 'popping in.' It keeps me from using the path, and hopefully it will have the same effect on Linux.

      I'll continue telling the story in the next post, hopefully.

Until the Next,

Friday, October 4, 2013

It's Been Too Long.

     Welp. Guess who? If you say Jack, you're wrong. It's me, Carter. It's been far too long. The rumors of my death have been slightly exaggerated. I did die. Part of me still is dead. Part of me will never come back. And yet, part of me was brought back. But, by who and why, I have no idea. It certainly wasn't Jack. As he's...well...detained. Let's just say that it's going to be a long while before he's around again. He was...forcibly removed from his current host. By bullets. 10mm. I retrieved my revolver. And got some...retribution for his mistake. Hopefully, he'll learn to be more mindful of his deals in the future.

     So, where have I been? That's a long, long story. Multiple parts ahead. I have and out of it for a while. I was trying to keep up with you all and post comments. But, every once in a while I was incapacitated.

     I'm sure many of you were catching on. Don't know why Jack didn't. The Agency was holding me. That's where S was going every weekend. They brought her to visit me. In the med-bay on-site. How did I get there? Well, (the late; more on that later) Commander Cartwright had hired someone who could use the Path. That person came into the room at the exact second before the failsafe killed me. (Which also prior knowledge on their part.) He brought me to their Alaskan base. I was put into the med-lab. From there, they were trying to remove the Azoth from my system. It didn't work as planned. I fell into a coma. While in said coma, I...noticed a lot.
  • Cartwright murdered the man in cold blood. He called the guy 'an abomination' before shooting him in the back of the head. Multiple times.
  • S was brought in and briefed on the situation. They were expecting me to 'come-to' quicker if there was someone who I knew talking to me. 
  • Cartwright wanted to (and eventually did) make me his second-in-command.
  • However, he still didn't like me.
     So, as you can imagine, I was in intensive care. Eventually, I died. Just like that. Bam, dead. As some of you may know, we will all end up in different places when we die. I found myself in in a forest. Thick. Trees as far as I could see. I decided to wander off. I came across a large house. It's architecture was reminiscent of Victorian-era architecture. I knocked on the door. Sounds of unlatching soon started. Then, it opened. I was greeted by an old friend.

-Carter? Is it really you? It's been so long! Come on in, I'm sure the others would like too know that you're here!

     It was Alan. Exactly as I remembered him. I started asking myself where I was. I was too shocked to say anything.

-Hey, guys! Carter's finally arrived!

 "Where am I? How did I get here? How are you here?"

-To answer the first, I don't know. To answer the others, you're dead. And so am I.

     Footsteps were heard. Jamie, Tim, and Alyson came from upstairs. 

  "Dead? I'm...dead? This is where..."

     I trailed off. I was surprised. He explained to me that they all ended up there as they died. He told me that Seven was actually a good cook, and was cooking the dinner for that night. The others got to us as he finished.

Jamie spoke first- Carter! (I was given a long hug) It's so nice to see you again! (It was a few minutes until she finally let go) I've missed you.

     I didn't know what to say. It was surprising to see them all again. Especially her. I still felt guilty about her death. Then, Tim and Alyson came over and shook hands with me. They chose the left hand, showing knowledge of what had occurred.

Alan spoke-The Council is reunited! (this had been received by some laughing and smiles) If you all don't mind, I need to talk to him. You'll all get your chance. After all, we have an eternity! (more laughs. Everyone gave me one last smile before going back to wherever they were before.) Let me give you the grand tour, come on.

     He started leading around the house. It had everything needed to live in. Bedrooms, a kitchen, bathrooms, a pantry, sitting rooms, entertainment rooms, libraries full of books, and much more. He explained that the house restocks supplies on its own every week. He also explained that the libraries update info based on what events are occurring in the world. Which is how they found out about my arm. Based off of what they learned, the house could likely be one of many in the forest. They've never found another, but it's hard to believe that there are only six people in this place. In a lot of the sitting rooms were trophies. Artifacts from ancient civilizations. Some looked future-like. There were also paintings. Hundreds of them. Men and women of different races and ages. I couldn't see anything alike between them. The house was amazing.

     I'll continue in the next post, we're hitting some major turbulence right now and Raven squad needs help securing equipment. I'll try to respond to any comments. Next post should be on the way soon.

It's been far too long,

Saturday, September 21, 2013

   Well, I have been out of commission. Seriously, whoever you are, I will find you and kill you. That's a guarantee. So, what happened to good 'ole Jack? I'll tell you. I was sitting at a desk in the hospital. Reached for my coffee when I just collapsed. No warning. Just woke up today in a forest. Many of you probably could guess which forest. So, I have been gone for a while. I'm back now. And I'm going to be tracking whoever did this down. Since, this means that they know too much about me. There are ways to 'disable' me temporarily. Somehow, one of those ways was found out. Looks like I have a job to do. Will update with more news on this post until next week. -- Jack

Edit 1 (September 30): Not enough time to make full post. Been on the run. Danger everywhere. Can't enter path. Seriously hurt. In europe. Bleeding bad. Military group. Well trained. Seem familiar. Germany. Forest. Out.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Hospital Duty

     In case you are behind on recent events, Morningstar tortured Sanna and now she's in a hospital. Guess where I am? A hospital. She doesn't want any visitors, so I haven't initiated a face-to-face conversation. Yet. I also will be trying to keep unsavory individuals away from her, and believe me, I have a long list of deterrents. A very long list. I have to pose as part of the staff. Which is going fine actually. No one has even noticed a thing. Even she hasn't noticed me. As a result, however, the memorial service is being put off. Again. I will not be able to update this much this week either. I have an 'agent' watching S. And, my coffee's getting cold!

     Short version: Morningstar = evil. Sanna = poor victim of that evil. Me = at the hospital trying to help. That sums it up well, yes? Should probably get going. 24/7 guard duty here I come! Will update when possible. -- Jack

Oh, yeah, I did make a mistake. A big one. I had been ready to rush in when it was going on. But, I didn't. So, I guess this situation is partially my fault, isn't it?

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Busy, Busy, Busy

   Back again for another late update. I've been busy training Ms. Cartwright. She learns fast. Suffice to say, even I feel a bit reluctant to fight hand-to-hand with her. Even more so when she is armed with a staff. She'll definitely be a useful member of the Commander's agency.

   So, since I knew I would be busy, I sent a runner on an errand. To keep watch on S, and tail them. I am expecting a report Monday.

   Next matter is interesting. I paid a visit to the English doctor who Mr. Carter had called 'Doc.' I showed the sample of the blood. He compared to the sample they had on file. They were identical in enough ways that he thinks the sample is from Mr. Carter. The main difference: he believes the sample in my possession was taken after Mr. Carter activated the failsafe. Which is an impossibility as I designed that failsafe (in hindsight: a mistake) to completely destroy all traces of bio-organic material. So, Ms. Med, there may be some usable antibodies in the sample. If you want it, it's yours. It appears to be clean of azoth, and definitely has an increase of white blood cells. In fact, that was one of the few differences between the samples. Doc mentioned it immediately. He also had noted small mutations in a few of the cells.

   I will update this if anything happens. Until then, keep it up. Whoever you are. And whatever you do. Unless you're Morningstar. In which case I will politely ask you to go dig a hole and bury yourself in it. -- Jack

Edit 1 (9/1/13 @ 1:00 PM): Report came in. She lost them. The driver is good. Too good. From what she saw, the driver changed vehicles at least 5 times. And the driver still lost her. I've checked the known vehicles, no evidence of any kind. They look like they were just acquired from a new car lot. No prints, no documents, nothing. Whoever it is that has an interest in S, they must have some serious backing.

   Lastly, for now, I think it may be time for a new host. Normally, after using one for too long, weird things start occurring.From hallucinations, to forgetfulness, and once a bit of psychosis. Earlier today, I could've sworn that I saw Mr. Carter. Or at least, someone who has the same height, body size, etc. I didn't see his face, he had a hat covering it. But, he stood watching me for a time before walking away. Went into an alley. A dead-end alley. He wasn't there. So, the search is on for a new host. Not everyone is compatible. I had one lined up, but they aren't alive anymore. So, any takers? No. Good, that's probably for the best. Sometimes, I loath my existence. That's all for now.

Edit 2 (9/5/13 @ 4:30 PM): After a short visit to S earlier, I remembered something. Today would have been Mr. Carter's birthday. If he was still alive. Made me stop for a few minutes and mourn him again. Also reminded me that I hadn't done the memorial yet. Something to do this weekend. He deserves it. That's all for now, I'm gearing up for a mission.

Edit 3 (9/8/13 @ 9:17 PM): Never got the word to move in on that 'mission'. Should have. To make up for it, I'm watching the hospital.  Will be pretty busy. Trying to blend in with the staff. So far, so good.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

A Little Later than Expected

   Well, I've been busy, so this had to wait. Which explains why it's being posted on Sunday, and not Friday.

   First matter: Morningstar. He was having some...issues yesterday (or today depending on your timezone). I decided to give him a bit of company until his help showed up. Long story short, I left pretty quickly to avoid any 'incidents' with his help. Though I did see something hilarious: the look on Morningstar's face! He was terrified! Almost like a child is of the dark.

   So, on to more important matters. I was approached by a man Tuesday. He told me who he worked for, then brought me to the airport. There was sitting a V-22 Osprey aircraft. Heavily modified. It looked sleeker, and more aerodynamic. It also had a higher top speed than a normal Osprey, about 550 Km/H. When our trip was complete, I found myself in Alaska. A military installation. I met the commander: Commander Cartwright. They are the same group that had held Carter. I cannot say their name, because I've made a deal with Cartwright to preserve their anonymity. He was the British lieutenant from before. His predecessor was killed during a raid on their old base. He gave me a tour of their facilities: housing wings for all stationed there, medical wing, training area, command room, archives, observatory, lounge, mess hall, armory, storage, garage, hanger, etc. The facility has multiple floors, and seems to be self-sufficient.

   The reason I was brought there was to help his sister. His sister is turning 16 in a few months, and apparently that is the age where they accept volunteers. He wants me to train her. We made a deal about it. I started training her. Started simple, with basic firearms training. She learns quickly, though, so it will be simple.

   That's all that has happened, along with the two above, S has disappeared. Again. There is definitely a pattern. And, lastly, I think it might be time. That blood sample. I think it was Carter's blood. I have no idea of where it came from. As there was no body left. I'm hoping for a second opinion, but thought I should say something about this.

   As things update, I'll add edits. Check back often.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Let Me Set the Matter Straight

   Before I begin, I have one thing to say. It is to all of you simple-minded proxies. A lot of you are obviously excluded as you actually can think. Do not try and attack me. It will not end well. For you. To clarify, I was attacked by a group of proxies earlier. 15 to be exact. 13 died, one was taken into police custody, and 1 tried to run away into the Path. I say tried because he was extremely injured and most likely is dead. This is your one and only warning. If you attack me, I will kill you. No second thoughts, no remorse. And it will not lead to my death, as it is self-defense.

   On to other matters. Such as a quick recap:
  • I am still at strike one.
  • The girl disappeared. Again. I will bet on her mysteriously returning on Monday.
  • The blood still complicated. I will not say anything yet, as I don't want to get anyone's hopes up. 
   That's all that's happened so far. I will edit this post as things happen until next Friday. So check back often. -- Jack

Edit 1 (August, 19):
   What a busy day. I was right, she reappeared. This time while I was watching. A black SUV pulled into the driveway. She got out, said a few words to the driver and then a noticeable change could be seen on her face. It was as if the SUV ceased to exist from her point-of-view.  Anyways, from my vantage point, I had managed to place a tracking device on it. Followed it into the city. The driver was doing every stunt from the book to ensure that no one was tailing him. Too bad I have more experience though.
   It pulled into the airport. I waited. The device hadn't moved for about 30 minutes before I went in. I found the device, but no SUV. The device was sitting neatly on a rock with a note saying, 'Nice try.' In that 30 minute time-frame, one helicopter and two planes left the airport. Both planes were large enough to accommodate the SUV. It was a regional airport, so they couldn't have gone far. Now that I know there is a third party involved, it's time to look for a motive. What could they possibly need her for that only happens on weekends?

   Other than that, nothing interesting occurred. I'll keep adding on to this as events occur.

Saturday, August 10, 2013


   Well, this is intriguing. The girl is missing. I decided to pay her a visit and break the news of Mr. Carter's death. She wasn't there. I feel like I should be worried about this. No one has noted her disappearance either. I will investigate into this further.

    In other news, Kit is looking depressed. She hasn't left the rooftop since his death. She occasionally will look at me, but big black eyes tend to not show emotion. I am at an impasse, I feel like I bonded with the creature because of Mr. Carter. He was the reason that she stayed around. Now that he's dead, I wonder what she'll do?

   Earlier this week, I made a deal with a Runner. She wanted temporary protection from Proxies and Faceless. In return, she errands for me when I needed them. So far there have been 7 proxy deaths involved in her case. Faceless showed up, saw me, and proceeded to leave. He was angry. Very angry.

    Lastly, for now, the offer is still open to anyone. I am willing to help. I have already crossed the line and am now directly involved. I shall use this blog and the late Mr. Carter's email for my business. Extra news can be found in the comments section. Or in edits to this post. So check back often!

    In the words of Mr. Carter, 'Stay Safe' -- Jack

Edit 1: Wow, first edit already. I must be popular.
   First is that I've gotten a new avatar.
  Second is important (slightly more). I received a warning! Earlier today at 5:23 PM: "A warning from Attendant Michael. You are above the Norm. Greater than human. But there are rules. You belong on the sidelines. A commodity bound by rules. But you have broken those rules. Overstepped bounds. Go back. Or we will force you back. Three Warnings as per the norm. Three chances. At the End of the Third, The Attendants shall come and drag you off to the Maw of Eden."  Sounds fantastic! He called me a 'commodity.' How kind! You know what they say at the baseball games, three strikes and you're out! This is going to be fun.
   And the third. The most important. I found something that excited me earlier. On the doorstep, there was sitting a box with my name on it! What was inside perplexed me. A vial. Containing blood. The note inside said I may find someone who can use it. So busy. I'll keep you all updated!

Edit 2 (August 12th): The girl is back. I discreetly was trying to find out where she went. No luck, I'm going to have to keep a watch on her house.
  I sent the blood sample to Med, whenever she's feeling well, I hope she'll be able to clear up the...confusion it's caused.
  That's all for now. Oh, what's that? You expected me to say that I'm going back to being neutral? Some have high expectations... 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Mr. Carter's Final Report

   He's dead. On Sunday, he activated the 'failsafe.' There weren't even any ashes left. Here's the transcript of the last recording he made:

[Transcript Begins]

  I hope this thing's...
  ...on. Because I won't try to do this again.
[More coughing]
  Things went downhill after my last report.
  I had finally done it! I found way to separate the Azoth! Only to fall asleep while holding a tube full of acid. Destroying every sample, and even all of my notes.
  I can't even remember how I did it. I just did. Right now, I'm sitting on the bed in here shivering and hating myself. I can't take any more samples, I've already gone far past the 'you should stop drawing blood' point.
{Slight chuckles]
  There's only one thing left to do. So, don't lose hope everyone. There is a way. We can win this. We can survive.
  This is Carter, signing off.

[End Transcript]

    After I had received the recording, he activated the failsafe. All that survived in his lab were the file cabinets. I've compiled all of it into a package. Ms. Med, you will receive your package soon. I removed the file about you, however. Everything else is yours to use as you see fit.

   I also have been reading many of these blogs while deciding what to do. I've come to a conclusion: it's time for me to stop being neutral. Rules be damned. Normally when I take human form and I have thoughts like this, I call that form 'defective' and find another. Not this time. Of course, I'll still will be my regular self. Just with less 'rules' that I follow. Including any that may or may not cause paradoxes. In other words: if I can, I will help anyone who deserves it. Even if it leads to my undoing. That is all. -- Jack

Friday, August 2, 2013

Report # 2 From Carter

  Due to the bit of news that Morningstar released, I believe I should try to keep a low profile. Simply because, as I told him, that is my past. In my past, I did help Redlight. I regret that decision, as well as the many atrocities I committed during that time. The events that are unfolding currently, I have lived through already. I can not interfere directly, due to the uniqueness of the situation. However, I still have a duty to continue. After I say one more thing: Morningstar, never compare me to a used car dealer. Ever.  That is all.

[Begin Transcript]

  Hello? I hope this is on. It's Carter again with another report. I'll get straight to business this time.
[Short coughs, followed by throat clearing sounds]
  Today is Friday, August 2, 2013. Time is [short pause] 8:02 PM Eastern Daylight Time.
[Coughing fit lasting about 3 minutes]
  Current lab temperature is 85 degrees Fahrenheit. About [pauses] 29 degrees Celsius. I increased the temperature due to a small chill I had noticed. In fact [another pause] there. Now it's the highest the lab will go. 90 degrees Fahrenheit. I believe that's about 32 in Celsius. It still feels a little chilly, but it can't go higher. I'm assuming the chill is from
[another prolonged coughing fit]
  Is from the loss of blood. I keep having to draw more for the experiments. On top of that, I've been having trouble sleeping. Side effect of hearing constant whispering.
[clears throat]
  I'm expecting a result from samples B through C any day now. On sample A, the Azoth temporarily had been separated from the blood. For 10 seconds. If only I was able to get a stronger reaction. I won't stop until I either am completely 'clean' of Azoth or until [pause] well, my death. In.
  In other news, the only area of my body where blood has been completely 'clean' of Azoth is my right arm. I still don't understand it, but somehow it is immune to the Azoth. Maybe it has to do with the [pause] things from the future that Jack had used. Honestly, I'm not complaining about that. What I am gonna complain about is the fact that even though I've been coughing up so much of the stuff, it is still in my system. There's nothing else noteworthy. So I guess that's my spout of talking to myself.
[quiet laughter followed by a sigh]
  I feel so isolated in here. It's like a cell. A cold cell, full of chemicals, food, and wondrous smells. Keep safe everyone. End Report.
[coughing fit that is cut off due to the recorder powering down]

[End Transcript]

  There you all have it. -- Jack

Luckily, Jack won't be able to see this. I'm talking about his future, to explain something. So, he isn't able to see it. Time won't allow him. I'm using the 'in case of emergency computer' right now, so I can't post much. I know about the 'Jack and Redlight' thing. I just found out. He was trying to keep it from me. Anyways, I'm going to tell you all a story. A story about the entity known as 'Jack.'

Jack is actually not a single man. Or a human. 'Jack', as a whole, is an entity that requires a host to live. Throughout the years, Jack's host has changed. Which explains the differing descriptions. Apparently some were female. Most are male. All are devious and cunning. The host is selected through various means. It could be through a deal gone south, a sacrifice, or even sometimes willingly. 

I told you that, to explain how this Jack came to be and his future. Back when America was 'the New World,' a man David was seeking a new life. He left his homeland with his wife. They settled on the 'frontier.' He built a self-sufficient ranch. They wanted children. Their first child was still-born, but their second lived. A boy who was much like his father. Eventually, a certain faceless entity kidnapped the boy. David went to the nearest town and was asking for help. He came across a man who called himself Jack. Jack helped David get his son back, but at a price: David would need to befriend Jack. Nothing more, nothing less. Apparently that Jack was uncaring about his deals. As the boy grew up, he also talked to Jack. To sum it up: he made a deal, broke the deal, etc. David, since he knew so much about Jack, knew of a way to help his son. The Challenge. The Challenge is where the person who made the deal can challenge it's validity. If the challenger wins, they can change the terms to anything they want. If Jack wins, the challenger replaces him/her. David challenged in his son's place. David lost. He became the next host for Jack. The previous Jack became his mentor, or as he calls it 'grandfather.' That's the origin of this Jack.

Now for the future. When this Jack, David, returns to his proper time and place after becoming human again, he will see his family killed. He will have enough time to greet his wife and son just before the S-man arrives and kills them slowly in front of David. I know this, because I talked to the next Jack. He's the person who I visited while leaving London. And yes, I had been willing to challenge a deal that someone had made with Jack on that day as well. 

Now you know more about Jack. Use this information well, he doesn't know that I've released it. Stay safe everyone, even those of you who are proxies. Since Redlight is around, he's a danger to us all. Whether you be a Runner, Proxy, or someone who thinks this is just a story. Redlight is dangerous. So, Morningstar, thanks. I didn't think I'd ever thank you, but I will. I hope you stop him.

Until the Next,

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Message From Mr. Carter

   Small disclaimer: Any and all typos are to be ignored. As I'm sure some may have noticed from my comments today, I am really fumbling at the keyboard. Mainly because I was awake trying to keep a 24/7 watch on the lab door. -- Jack

   Mr. Carter has decided to start making recording and sending them out to me. I am supposed to upload them, but I feel like torturing myself and typing. Here's your transcript.

  [Audio Disturbance that sounds like a tap]
Is this thing on? Hello?
  [Two more taps]
I hope it is. So, hello everyone. It's me, Carter, just figured I'd give you all an update myself. Who knows    what Jack's doing.
  [slight laughter is heard, followed by coughing]
Sorry 'bout that, I've been coughing up Azoth and blood for the past few days. I'll talk about that in more detail in a bit. So, I've gotten the news. Redlight's back. That's just what we all needed. I hope that when he's killed this time, he won't return. As for my situation: I'm locked in a room. I have enough supplies to last me a month. I hear constant whispering. And I've been coughing and puking up Azoth. I'm sure that Jack's said how he found me. Next to that body. I pretty much came to right as Jack came running up.
I've locked myself in here to protect everyone. And to try and find a viable way to get rid of the Azoth. A 'cure' if you will. Do I expect to find one? No. Prob'ly won't even get close. I have  a few 'failsafes' in place just in case. I'm going to make one of these every week with progress updates and give Jack a list of comments from me to post.
  [Throat clearing]
On to business. I'm gonna make a status report of the lab and my progress. It'll hopefully follow the same outline each week. So, here we go.

It is Monday, July 29, 2013. The time is [short pause where I'm assuming he was checking the time] 10:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time. Current lab temperature is 75 degrees Fahrenheit. That's about [another pause, this one longer] 24 degrees Celsius. I think. I've taken blood samples from the current 'clean' areas of my body. 'Clean' describes the areas where there is no Azoth present when I draw blood. Those areas are: My feet, left hand, and entire right arm. The arm is 'clean' due to it's [short pause] 'special' nature. I have introduced Azoth into blood samples A though C. Using D as a control. From there I will try getting the Azoth to retreat from the blood. Other notes...
Other notes are: I have a failsafe that will 'purge' the lab in case of a complete loss of sanity. And, I know that is a very big possibility.
 [short laughter followed by a sigh]
I feel like I'm talking to myself. That's all for now. Hope you all stay safe. End report.

[transcript ends]

   So, there you have it, he's alive and kicking away at a cure. Do I think he'll manage it? Probably not. No one's made a 'cure' for azoth. Maybe he'll need to accept his fate? All I know is that I am to watch the door and keep giving him updates on the outside world. I'll be seeing you all around. I've got some other business to attend to. -- Jack

Monday, July 29, 2013

  Jack here. Got bad news. Mr. Carter's locked himself up in that lab of his. Why? Here's a short version of what happened. He disappeared, again, and I looked for him. Found him out in the middle of the woods. Next to a dead body. There was a knife sticking through the ribs and possibly the right lung of the body. It was his knife. We hid the body, and I brought him home. He told to keep watch on the door and to not open it at all. Only to give him status updates on what is all going on in the outside world. I asked him about the body. He said that he had apparently blacked out and when he came to, he was sitting next to that body as I walked up. I will be taking care of the blog until he feels able to return. There's one thing that I haven't told him yet, the news about Redlight. Anyone have an easy way to break that news? -- Jack

Saturday, July 20, 2013

     Had to say goodbye to Marcus today. I gave him a pistol that I had 'acquired' from a proxy a while back. He and I talked for a bit, he said that he might make a blog some day. He also said that he wants to leave the US. Apparently he has an uncle in New Zealand, and a few friends in Australia. And then he left, headed towards town where he could get a bus ride to the city. I've got to admit, it was nice being able to talk to someone else freely. 

    In other news, I've been getting horrible nightmares again. Haven't slept soundly in about a week. So, I figure 'let's work on some projects!' Might as well type it up. So, Project Alpha, it was my attempt to find a way out and put in a 'safeguard' in case of forced proxyification. It failed. My first test was with Jamie. So long ago, and yet it won't stop haunting me. She died because of me. Because I failed at my job. Since then, I've started a new project, Project Omega. Same premise, same ideas, same research, hopefully a different result. So, there you have it.

     If I think of anything else that's important, it'll go in the comment section.

Stay Safe,

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Files and Explanations...

     Before I begin know that any words in [brackets] have been changed to preserve information.

     I've just reclassified one of my files. The files that no one is supposed to know about. B is confirmed dead by Kendra. His file now says 'D' on the front. You were all right about them being abbreviations. D stands for deceased/missing. P for proxy/possible threat. R for runner/fighter. And F is one that I will not talk about. It's doesn't mean 'Fear.' But it definitely doesn't stand for 'Fun times in the sun.' One day it'll be revealed, but that day is hopefully a while off.

     I told Marcus that he has a week. After the fact that he broke the one and only rule I gave, I don't think I can trust having him around here. That room was not meant for anyone else's eyes. (no pun intended Med, there's a reason that it's in there) 

     So, what exactly happened? I decided to pay a visit to the site where I had buried Alan and the others. When I got there, I was jumped by five proxies. They took me by surprise and one of them knocked me in the head with a shovel. When I woke up, I was in a cell. There was no way out, I checked every centimeter of that room. After an hour or so, a proxy led me to an interrogation room. I gave them the cold shoulder for every question. The one that seemed to be in charge got fed up with it, and the next thing I know, I had a very tall visitor. When I passed out, they brought me back to the cell. It repeated for days. I never answered them.

     One night, I heard gunfire. A man's voice called from the other side of the door. It sounded faintly British. "Mr. [Carter] are you in there?" I told him yes. He said to stand clear of the door. It blew open a few seconds later. "Come out into the hallway with your hands visible!" I complied, after all this may be my ticket to freedom. When I got out there, he compared me to a few photos that he had with him. Then got on his radio: "This is Talon, we have the target. Preparing to withdraw. Can you provide support, Raven?" After he heard some sort of reply I was ushered outside. The sounds of explosions and automatic gunfire ever present. When we finally made it out, I was surprised. We were in the middle of a desert! The Mojave to be exact. Which is pretty much the complete opposite side of the country. They led me to a car. The man looked at me. "I hope you're worth it. I lost a whole team to rescue you." I asked what was going on. He answered, "We're taking you into custody." Sure enough, one of the soldiers hit me in the face with the butt of his rifle. Back to sleepy land for me.

     Woke up in another cell. This one had computer access, so I posted a few comments on blogs. Didn't check mine though. I knew that they had key-logging systems set up. Eventually, I was led to an office by the Brit. There was a man sitting at a desk. "Welcome to our base, Mr. [Carter]. I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Commander [removed]. I see you've met Lieutenant [removed]." He looked at the Brit. "You're dismissed." The lieutenant left. He started asking me the same questions that the proxies were. I was fed up with being questioned. "Who are you people and why am I here?" He looked at me. "You don't get to ask any questions. You are a prisoner here, you will answer our questions or you will pay the consequences." "Then I won't answer." He called the lieutenant back in. I was brought back to my cell and beat. And yet another routine was formed. I think you all get the idea, so I dont need to go into detail.

    One night, someone familiar walked in to my cell. It was the proxy who talked to me, the one who followed me around in London. He told me to stay close and follow his lead if I wanted out. Once we got out, after a long crawl through a sewage system, he led me to a clearing. The hallowed one was there too. I didn't see the woman though, so I was suspicious. "My name's Rob. We call him Tongueless Joe, since his tongue was cut off long ago." The hallowed looked at Rob after the mention of his name. "Here's your stuff." He threw me my bag. I pulled out my gun. "I can understand if you don't trust us. I wouldn't trust myself if I didn't have to. But, if I were you, I'd lower that. Beth don't take kindly to people aiming guns at me. She's on over-watch with her rifle." He talked so casually that it was a bit scary. I asked him why he helped me. "Why? Because we felt like it. We ain't like the ones who jumped you at your friends' graves. That's just wrong and disrespectful to the dead. Those soldiers are no better. If you want, we can help you return home. If not, we'll go our separate ways. Your choice." I made my choice, I went alone. 

     It was a long walk through a small part of the desert. I managed to hitchhike a bit, too. I went back to the grave site. I still wanted to pay my respects. I ran into rake-creature there. And then she led Marcus to me. Since then, I've been cleaning up the room, and talking with Jack. Who arrived after I got home. The reason I'm not in a hospital: let's face it, I have a group of proxies hunting me. And some military-like group. I don't think a hospital would be too safe.

     I apologize for the length of this. I hope you all stay safe out there. I've gone through a whole year of living with this stuff. Others, like B, were not able to. Let's remember the fallen, and never lose hope. Hope that one day, someone, somewhere will end this.

Until the Next,