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,