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I've been wandering around town for the past few hours... It's been a crazy few days.

The first major thing is that I almost blew myself up. I decided to start preparing for a journey I'll need to make soon, the first step of preparation: armament. It took some work, but I managed to make one bullet for my revolver from the ones we recovered. Med kept asking me if I knew what I was doing.

"Of course I do! I've seen this process a couple of times, it'll be fine. But...just in case something does go wrong, I'll do it far from home. You know, to avoid any explosion-related incidents and all that." She seemed unconvinced, but I wasn't about to let her talk me out of it.

And you know, I keep referring to the safehouse as "home." It's weird, I know. But it just kinda happened. I feel comfortable there, not necessarily safe but comfortable. It can't last forever though, I know that.

Next thing is the reason why I'm not there right n…
You know, all this down time has had me thinking. If the Archangel's bullets can kill me, can they kill others like me? I mean actually kill, permanently.

And I guess this all means that he's the only fear who would be able to kill me permanently as well. Not sure if that should be good or bad. At least I survived this time.

The pain's mostly gone. Med almost flipped out on me, though since I keep insisting on doing stuff. I can walk, I can eat, I can bandage myself, so I'm going to do it myself. I've been enough of a hassle as it is.

Anyone out there with any pointers? Or even better, anyone like me experienced something like this? Or am I just different in this aspect?


Forgive any mistakes (if there are any), I'm still pretty groggy right now and don't feel like checking fpr any.

Med came back form a scouting mission. "Let's go, I've found him" - Med

I grabbed my gear, I could tell that it was time. "You're not taking that?" She pointed to teh sword that I had kept since my last 'visitor' said hello.

"Nah, I'd rather stick with what I know best." I said as I slid the revolver in to its holster. "Besides, the plan's not to go on a murderous rampage. Right?" - Me

"Let's go, Mr. Pacifist." - Med.


We were surrounded and outnumbered. It was a trap."I surrender." I said as I dropped my revolver on the ground and slid it away. I put my hands up and hoped Med would follow. I didn't want her to get hurt, and was pretty sure that there was a snip…


Well, not even a few minutes after my last post, I was kidnapped. There was a reason that I avoided mirrors...

Luckily, I woke up in a spot I recognized. It was one of Med's safehouses that we had left behind. I was alone and had lost a few days of time. Both of which can be frightening. Next to me was a note:

      It was such a pleasure to find you again! I am glad that we could 'catch-up.' Thank you again for the generous samples you so willingly provided! As you know, we'll always have a bed waiting for your return.

Upon examination of myself, I found that there were puncture marks from needles on both arms. Rope burns were present on my wrists and ankles. My clothes were torn and bloody. (Pretty sure some of was not mine.) Blood stains were present on the ground, and to top it all off, there was a bloody sw…

To the Fallen

I was waiting for Med to come back from a scouting job so I decided to kill time. It was that, or go crazy from boredom. So what did I do, you might ask? Well, I walked down 'memory lane.'  I was feeling nostalgic and decided to check on older blogs. Oh the names, the memories, the joys, the sorrows.

I have met so many people through this blog. And so many of them are dead or gone. It's sad to think about all of them. So many lives needlessly wasted. And for what? To appease some monsters? To seek revenge for injustices? To fulfill prophecies? It's terrible to think about the reasons behind each death.

We've all lost people. Every single one of us who still lives today has lost friends (and even those enemies who we just can't hate). Let's never forget them. Let's not let their deaths be in vain. Whoever you may be, whether you affiliate as a Runner or a Servant, post some of their names in the comments. Maybe post something about them. Do something to…


So, after everything that's been going on in sunny New Zealand, I decided to take a break of sorts: I went home. To see S. After looking around for a while, I found her. She was at the park. I found a spot that was hidden, and could see her. She was sitting on a bench with two other people: a guy and a girl. I remember them. The guy had been a good friend of mine and the girl was his girlfriend and a close friend of S.

They were talking and laughing, then the others stood up. S decided to stay sitting on the bench to wait for them to come back. almost immediately after they were out of sight, I saw her change. She went from a happy, care-free person to a haunted person. She looked defeated and sad. Then, she suddenly looked straight at my hiding spot. I knew she couldn't see me. She started glancing around, but her eyes kept lingering where I was.

She was about to stand up when the others came back. I decided to take this moment to leave. I left a hastily-written note in the s…

More Thoughts

Well, my memories are kinda sporadic. I'm beginning to think that the Old Man's messing with me. The worst part is something that I can't remember: S's name. I can't remember her name. No matter how long I think, no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember. Why? Why can't I remember? I miss her. I miss her so much.

I had to take a break. For some reason, thinking of Linux before had reminded me of something else he said once: he called me an anomaly. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, except someone else had said that: Mother. I remember thinking that Linux had been insane: there was no way that I'd one day (in alternate realities) be immortal, kill everyone I know, and be feared by some of the Fears. (Of course, I now know that the first one came true.)

Maybe there was more to his words than hot air. Especially since they had been shared by a Fear. They both said that I was an impossibility. That the original reason the Slender Man started…


Well. It's been a crazy time for me. I'm still trying to sort through all of these memories. It's scary: some of the things I did...

But now, I have eternity to think about it. Unless I find a way to reverse what Mother did to me. I have to be careful with how I act.

So, I was sitting outside after the kid arrived (that's Edward....Crow....Legion....I still don't know which to call him by, so I just call him kid.). (By the way, I'm not keeping that money, I had packed more than enough for my meager needs before I ran from Mother. I'll leave it as a 'gift' for my lovely landlord as payment.) Med came outside to see what I was doing. The kid had apparently been very tired and was sleeping.

We sat for some time in silence, then she turned and asked me if I believed in fate.
"No. There isn't. Back when Jack gave me some of those files, I…


"I can't forgive you. You are worse than they are. And for that, I will never forgive you"

I stepped through the doors and found myself standing outside. On a road. Next to a field. With the sun shining above and everything else that you can imagine. There was just the one road, stretching as far as I could see both in front of and behind me. Once the confusion passed, I started walking.

My instincts told me that I had been walking for hours before I found the crossroads. The sun hadn't moved at all. This place was...different. I immediately thought of the Empty City, but this obviously wasn't a city. And I didn't feel a malevolent presence. But then again, maybe the City didn't give off that feeling. I wouldn't know, I've never been there and I don't plan to visit anytime soon. Instead, all I felt was...nothing. This place was devoid of all signs of life. The quiet was eerie. The sound of the wind was creepy.

I looked at the roads. Each one h…


Well, here we go. I think I've calmed down down now. So much has happened during my visit with Med. It's been quite a few weeks though, so I guess that's understandable, right?

So, there I was, relaxing in a rented room when suddenly the window pops open. I heard a voice, "Psst. Carter? That you in there? It's Med."

Never in my life have I met someone able to sneak up on a window that was latched from the inside and open it. Oh yeah, it was also elevated above ground some, too. She led me to one of her hideouts: an old abandoned electricity substation. I thought the lettering above the door was interesting. The place looked its age, but she also had supplies strewn about inside as well. Taking up a large portion of one of the walls was this map of the city. It was marked with all sorts of things. Some was impossible for me to read, some were obscure symbols, and some were just red lines from one location to another. After I dropped my pack off next to my '…

Sorry for the Delay

Sorry. I've meant to talk about about everything here in New Zealand with Med. I'll get around to it. When I calm down some. It's been an...interesting visit. I've also been avoiding the blogs some after hearing about the situation with Sanna. Stay safe everyone, I'll be back around with the story of my exploits here soon.


Alright, attempt two...
I just arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand. I'm currently sitting in a small coffee shop in the airport. I also hate flying now: everyone gives me these weird looks when they see my ID. Am I on some kind of watch list or something?

Anyway, I can now say that I've been to New Zealand!

(For some odd reason the post disappeared the first time I put it up. Here it is again, with a small update: I rented a one-night room. It's not too bad, I guess.)

What Now?

Chernobyl. Just reading that word brings up all the history behind it. In my attempt to evade Dmitri's men, I apparently was heading in that general direction. He decided that if I was looking to spend time in isolation from other people, I might as well go there. He arranged for me to quietly enter and have an exit. I was also given all of the warnings you could expect of the dangers.

I found what I was looking for, except it was different than I expected. I found a person. He didn't tell me his name, just told me to call him the 'Hunter.' He said that he was hunting the creature that killed his wife. When I asked what it was, he said it was the 'Rake.' He believed that he would be able to kill it, and that it would be in the Zone. Apparently, he knew someone that was able to make a facsimile of one of the Archangel's rounds.

On a hunch, I stayed with him as he tried tracking his prey. I was completely amazed. You may call me crazy, but the Zone is absolut…


So, I finally found out who I am. You were all right. I found out when those men caught up to me. We had a (very short) shootout. I made sure to go for non-lethal hits only (and succeeded). But, a revolver only has so many rounds...

The man in charge ordered them to stop firing (they had assault rifles, so they certainly had more ammo than me) then said, "I only know one идиот (I believe that's how it's spelled. I don't know Russian though, sorry.) crazy enough to use a revolver in a firefight. Come on out, Carteya." I knew I had no choice, so I surrendered. He said his name was 'Dmitri' and that we had met before. I explained my situation and he said that I looked like Carter. After that, he helped me enter a certain place that I'll talk about in the next post.

Long story short, I'm Carter. I don't know how to accept that. My business here in Russia is now done, I found what I was looking for. My next step is to decide if I want to go further…


So, it's been awhile since my last post. It's crazy here, Russia's in chaos right now for Runners and Proxies alike. I've had to skip town quite a few times to avoid trouble. So, where to begin? I guess that eye is a good place. Med, if you want it, say so. If not, well, I guess it can just keep creeping me out. Again, no offense intended, I'm just not used to disembodied eyes following my movements.

Next thing is the most (prominent) recent dream. This one gave me the idea that these are possibly memories. So, I'm gonna describe it here. Probably in great detail, so you can skip it if you want. I'll have a line break at the start and the end. So, here we go:
I was in the passenger seat of a car, this dream followed the previous one where I wasn't in control of my actions. I turned to the back of the car, seeing the driver: a man who looked…

Coming to You Live from Russia

So, I just arrived in Russia. I'm now trying to find out why I'm here. I'll jump back to my departure from NYC.

I woke up with a small container nearby and a note. After reading the note, I decided it was time to go, so I started packing my things. I got the passport and ID papers ready. According to them, I am Johnathan Carter, a 19 year old student going to Russia to study. I chose this ID because it was seemed the most 'average' one. Some were as young as 16, others were 25. I hoped that it would hold up to inspection. (Luckily, it did. Although the guy who looked at it gave me an odd glance.) I made sure that everything was packed appropriately. It was time to say goodbye to Oswald.

He saw my bag. "You're leaving already?"-Oswald

"Yeah, it's probably time I track down my past."

"Why don't you stay longer? Alright, fine, let me get you a drink then?"

"Sorry, but no. I need to stay sharp. Besides, we don't even k…

An Update (Part 2)

So, I'm continuing where I had left off. I had just finished my food when I decided to check on why the backpack felt heavier than it looked. It took me a while, but I finally found a hidden pouch. Inside were identification papers. Passports, driver's licenses, everything. For more than just the United States as well. None of them had photos on them, and I found a kit that would allow me to get a photo applied to them properly. I grabbed a random passport. The name was Johnathan Carter. It would do for my trip to Russia.

After that, things got quiet again, so I decided to try and do research. On all the blogs, and Carter. I wish I knew who I was. Anyway, it was almost afternoon when I heard a tap at the door. Of course, I grabbed the revolver and prepared for an attack.

"Who is it?"-me
"Me." The voice sounded feminine, but I couldn't be certain.
"Who is 'me'?"

I told her to come in. She apologized for how I had woke…

An Update

So, I've been gone awhile. Sorry about that, pretty busy here. I'll update you guys on the most interesting stuff. Oswald's been trying to find out who I am, but he hasn't had any luck. My first morning was the most interesting, so I'll start there.

I had been having a nightmare. In it, I saw two men running. One was armed with a knife, and the other was unarmed. The armed man looked like he was chasing the other. The chase went through a field, then broke into the woods. I was never able to get close enough to see their faces, even when the unarmed man had been cornered, I couldn't get close enough. The unarmed man spoke first.

"I accept my fate. It's pointless for me to keep running."-unarmed
"Are those your last words? I could put them on their headstone."-armed
"You're disgusting. How the hell can you this? When you die, I hope it's painful and slow."-unarmed

The man with the knife murdered the other man r…


The good thing about this city is that there are a lot of rooftops. That's where I slept for the past few nights. Tonight is different, though. I woke up after having an odd dream. In it, there was fire surrounding me. I was in a small room, and everything was burning. Yet, I was calm. I just sat there while everything around me disintegrated. Then, I see another person in the room. I woke up after that, sweating. I decided to go for a walk around the city.

I was wandering aimlessly for the whole day. It started getting dark when I was passing a park. I felt like someone was watching me, so I stopped to look. People kept passing me by, I almost didn't see it. A tall man wearing what looked like a black suit. He was standing in the park and watching me. He was too far for me to make out his face, but I didn't see any hair: he must have been bald. I started walking to the park. By the time I was closer, he was gone. I walked to where he had been: no signs of any person havin…
I don't know who I am. I woke up in an alleyway about an hour ago. There was a bag and a coat next to me. In the bag was clothing, food, a revolver, ammo, and this laptop. Although, it felt heavier than it looked. I was alone, and I wasn't sure what was going on.

I can't remember who I am. I don't know how I got there. I grabbed the stuff and ran to the nearest public place. That's where I was when I found the piece of paper in the coat's pocket. It had an email address, a name, a password, and this blog's URL. I don't know what to do. Luckily, there was a wallet with some money in it, so I can at least appear to be a normal customer.

I found out that I'm in New York City. I think that this stuff belonged to the name on the paper. Carter. That's also this account's name. I don't know where he is. But his stuff was neatly piled near to where I woke up. From my seat I can see the alley, but no one's entered it. Was I traveling with thi…

This is Not Goodbye

Well, it's finally happened. Doc managed to convince me that he's right. Earlier today I authorized extended leave for the rest of the team. We're going to be going dark for a while. I'll still try and make posts on here occasionally. We'll be back soon, and with a renewed vigor. We're currently on a delay at an American airport, it's just me, Doc, and our pilots.
   After Doc and I get off, the pilots will go wherever it is that they want. I don't have anywhere to stay. This plane is my only home. It's weird to think about it that way, but it's true. I never had a real home. I was just on the streets with my brother until the Agency came along. Then I had to move from base to base.
   Hopefully, this break will allow me to heal. I know that I need to rest. I also need time to come to terms with the fact that Carter's gone. I still haven't been able to feel comfortable knowing that he's no longer with us. That he's no longer …

Deserts Suck

Would have made a post sooner, but sand gets everywhere. I hate it. I keep finding more of it every time I look at my equipment. If it's not lodged in the magazine of a gun, it's in a pocket of a vest. Rant over. Sorry, been a stressful week.
   So, I decided that we needed to visit an old base that the Agency had used for hard copy back-ups of files. It's in the Sahara Desert, of course, so it makes for a fun little trip. We had to go in on foot (or rather land vehicle), since the runway and all possible LZ's for the osprey were completely covered in sand. There was no way we could land anything near that base. After the boring trek out there we cautiously entered the base. For some odd reason, it seems like every one of our abandoned bases becomes 'claimed' by one group or another. No exception here. Luckily, these guys were your regular scavengers. They ran off screaming after they saw Sean walk in yelling. Or maybe it was because four of them were gunned…

And Then it Clicks

Well, I hope you all saw that last post on the blog. Apparently, Carter posted it. His wording was interesting, "the first of may." Jenkins thinks that it means the post was made on the first and that it was scheduled to appear when it did. Which is odd, because none of us knew it was there. It caught us all completely off guard. And one thing stood out to me: "the old man." Normally I don't jump to conclusions, but after a visit that mentioned "the old one", well they may just be connected. What I can only assume is the following: that Carter visited "the old one", aka "the old man", aka the Class 3 who, if I remember correctly, deals with memories. That's all I know.
    I wish I had access to our old archives right now. Have any of you had any contact with this one? I want to know what could have happened. Maybe I'll be able to finally track Carter down. That is, of course, if I can convince Doc that we don't ne…
it's already the first of may and i can't do this anymore. the torture is becoming too much, i'm losing. help. please. help. the old man says he can but no trust. oh god what have i become? am i a monster?

The Anonymous Man

So, Russia. Yeah. Very interesting. However, something else occurred that was very strange. So, instead of talking about that right now, I'll just save it for later. I was walking down the road, looking for places to set up ambushes when I noticed a strange man staring straight at me. He stood out, wearing a full grey suit. For some odd reason, I felt like I needed to talk to him. Or listen. I approached cautiously. He kept watching as I approached.
    "So, it's finally time." He pulled out a pocket watch and looked at it. "Almost...10...9...8..." He kept counting down. When he reached one, he smiled. "It is done." I asked him what was done. "He's gone. Completely gone. The old one was generous today." He glanced down at the watch again as he started walking away.  I shouted after him to answer my questions, but he just kept walking. He turned a corner and I ran after him. He was gone. Nowhere in sight.
    I wish I knew what h…

It Has Been a Busy Few Weeks

Hello, Doc here. Sam is off trying to get some rest. She wanted a post to go up, so I volunteered to type one up. Forgive any mistakes, I'm not an ''experienced'' blogger like most of you are.

So, it started out with an investigation. We received a report from an airport in the United States. Apparently, one of Carter's various identities had appeared there. Sam called a briefing. While we were in the midst of this, we were bombarded with more reports. All around the globe, his identities were appearing. We knew that the possibility of finding him from these reports was slim, but Sam insisted. Then Sean spoke up. He's been under a lot of stress, having to deal with not having Raven squad. He mentioned Calvin, and how he had practically destroyed the Agency. I'm not sure if his name has ever been documented before. Calvin Cartwright was Sam's brother. The man who brought this very Agency to the brink of collapse. Sam lost her cool. She reprimanded Se…
She had me take care of a package. Wasn't allowed to look inside. It was rather boring. she knows that she's winning. i don't know if i can keep fighting.
     I had been tempted to look inside, but after seeing what happened to the recipient...well, let's just say that he had a bad day. A very bad day. she wants to to scare me. the torture is terrible. i can barely even close of this small section of myself anymore.
     I should probably explain what happened, shouldn't I? I know that you all can be a curious lot. So, I picked up the package while on my out from home. With instructions not to open it. I brought it to a lovely little villa. It wasn't so lovely on the inside after I left. I gave the guy the package. He looks it over, hands me the payment, then opens it. It was great! I feel sorry for the poor sod that has to clean the room. she's using everything against me. especially my memories. i'm so sorry s.
     Any who, I think that's …

It Was Just a Simple Job

I walk into the bar and take in my surroundings.  It's just a plain bar that could be in any city of the world.  It's the kind of place a man would go into to get lost.  Or to lose himself. The place is normally crowded, but I chose my time carefully.  There are few people left, and the ones still here either are too drunk or just don't care anymore. Or maybe a mix of both.  I look for my target, he's sitting at the bar.  Just like he does every single night.  Third stool from the end.  I approach and sit down at the next stool.  The bartender 'called in sick' tonight, and his replacement doesn't pay me any mind.  I hear Her, reminding me what to do. That I have to do it. i fight back. i lose.
     I turn towards him as I say, "You look like a man who's down on his luck. Let me order you a drink, pally." The bartender sends a glass down this way, it's filled with the man's regular order. He accepted it without quest…

Mission Report #2

Sorry for being late with this post, our duty never ends. This is the report from a shorter mission. We were receiving reports of animals and people being found in the woods around a small Indiana town. The bodies all had one thing in common: they had been mauled and partially eaten. The details that we were sent were...gruesome, to say the least. So, we set out for Indiana. Vaguely, I remember Carter mentioning that he had lived here. At the time, I didn't connect that to what was happening.

   We set out from the plane: me, Doc, and Bear squad. Jenkins was left at the plane in case we had any more visits. We coordinated with the local authorities, which was a slow process as they weren't used to dealing with this kind of situation. That, and we had to keep showing our authorization papers. We eventually tracked down an eye-witness: an old woman. She told us this story about her dog barking one night. She went outside to tell the dog to be quiet, when the dog whined loudly…

What a Week...

This week has been busy. I'm running on coffee right now. So, let's start at the beginning of the week. We were contacted by someone in Moscow. A contact named 'Dmitri.' Well, that's his code-name at least. Carter's mentioned him before, so I won't bother giving much of a description. Anyway, he sent along information that Carter had been spotted in Moscow. So we packed up and left. After we got there, Dmitri gave us the full report. He also said something about the entire country seems to be going crazy lately, with Runners and Proxies being active. But, there had been a few reports that definitely looked like Carter was involved.

   Of course, things never go our way. Every lead was a dead-end. Some literally, the witnesses involved were found dead before we could get to them. Then the next thing happened: Sanna. Luckily, she seems to be in good hands now.

   To top all of that off, we were just contacted by another 'little' agency connected to…

Situation Resolved--Partially

I don't even know where to begin. Actually, I guess I'll start by saying goodbye to Lovett. We'll miss you, and thanks for all the help. So, you know how I mentioned in my last post about supplies going missing? Yeah, we found out who was taking them. It was Carter. For real this time, and he would have killed me. I could see it in his eyes. He'd do it without a second thought. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here. I'll start at the beginning.

   I was reading a report about Lovett's blood sample and decided to walk around the plane while doing so. I passed through the armory: nothing out of the ordinary. It was just as I was about to leave that I heard a distinct sound: footsteps. Two of them. At the same exact time. Almost like someone had just jumped. I turned and saw him. He was quick. Before I could react, he had me in a stranglehold. If I ever complain about Jack again, remind me that his training saved my life. I managed to free myself somehow…

It's In the Blood

Well, here's this week's post. As usual, colored text for easier reading. Blue = Doc, Orange = me.

   So, as some of you may have already seen, we were sent a blood sample to test from Lovett. I had another matter to look into that I'll elaborate on in a bit, so I decided to let Doc handle it all. Well, shortly after we picked up the package, he asked me to come take a look because it was 'urgent.' He's normally calm in all circumstances, so when he says that something is urgent, it normally is. Immediately after I walked in he told me to 'take a look.' So I did, and I was surprised.

   Doc, what is this? Did you happen to find a sample of Carter's blood from when we first picked him up? I thought all of that was destroyed when we left the old base.

   It isn't. This is Lovett's. As you can see, the concentration of Azoth is, well, out of proportion with anything that we've ever seen.

   It can't be! Maybe you accidentally contaminat…

Mission Log #1

Well, it's been a bit, sorry about that. I haven't been feeling the best lately. Things have been happening. Anyway, this is the first of what will hopefully be a regular thing: posting mission logs for you all to read. This one is about a human trafficking ring that we closed down. In Moldova of all places..

   So, we don't just deal specifically in Class 3 (Fear)-related incidents. They are our specialty, but we also are given other tasks by our benefactors. This one was tasked to us, as one of those nations inserted a mole into the trafficking ring. (In the form of being kidnapped.) We tracked the poor sod to Moldova, where we found multiple cells. Our objective was to rescue the informant, and 'discourage' the other cells. The briefing was simple: we knew how many targets were there, and we knew how many civs were present. I think the whole thing was very stereotypical: it was in a warehouse. We were ready to go, Jenkins was confident that his team was up to …

Situation Report (Part 2)

Green = Carter.

   So, I left off with me collapsing on my bed. I didn't sleep. I couldn't. Not after what had happened. I couldn't stop thinking about how he just calmly walked to it. I don't understand how he could have done that, giving himself up. Leaving us behind. That morning, I had to go into his office.

   It was exactly as I'd seen it last: nothing had changed. I slowly sat down in the chair. The three photos were still on his desk. The one of him and S, from happier times. The one of him, me, and Doc, from just after a successful operation. And the one of the entire team from after the same operation. I stared at them for a few moments. Then I booted up his computer. I was greeted by a video recording that he had left.

Well, if you're seeing this video, I'm dead. And you are in my office. He laughed. So, you're the new Commander of the Agency. I'm assuming that it's you, Sam, but I guess there's a chance that it's not. He glanc…

The Situation Report

Well, I sure chose the best day for this didn't I? Valentine's Day. Yippee. Not for me. Sitting in his office at his desk in his chair doing his job has that effect on you. So, I promised a report on what happened to him. Before I begin, there's one thing I want to say: Clarissa, if you know where he can be found, I want to know.
Blue text is Doc. Orange is Carter. Green is me. And everyone else will be labeled.

   So, we were running dark trying to find Carter. As per standard operation procedures when a ranking agent is missing. He was always a step ahead of us. Finally, we caught a break: his post. You see, he set it up to appear a day after he typed it. And we saw it. We had a few ideas on where he could be going, but we finally decided on the old Alaskan base. We only had one shot, and we chose right.

   It was a quick flight. And very hectic. I had all three t…