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 Sean then told me to finish the briefing. We decided to wait, rather than rush into what would most likely be an ambush.
Then, we came across an old friend. Sam decided it was time to actually help our 'allies' that were requesting help. We were split into two teams: their group would watch one warehouse, while we would watch another. While we were waiting, we were contacted and informed of an attack at the other warehouse. We split the team to help. Bear squad went to provide assistance, apparently the attackers were Timberwolves. Sam, Jenkins' team, and I kept watch. It was rather quiet. Nothing happened for a few hours. Then a car pulled up and dropped off a man. We quickly noticed that he was using a crutch for support. He slowly entered the warehouse with a can of what could have been gasoline. Sam and I decided to go in after him. We told Jenkins to keep an eye on the car.
We followed the man to an office in the back of the warehouse. He began to dig through the filing cabinets. After pulling out some papers, he emptied the can of gasoline. Then he abruptly stopped. The man turned his gun on us. We would have fired, but we noticed the same thing: it was one of our pistols. He slowly lowered it when he saw who we were. "Sam? Doc? I'll come quietly. Won't put up a fight." It was Lovett. He was injured, and we were supposed to bring him into custody. Sam decided that we should bring him to the plane for treatment first, then decide what to do with him. As we were exiting the office and about halfway to the warehouse's entrance, we heard a car speed away. Once we were outside, we discovered that the driver in the car was actually very crafty. She apparently had a tear gas grenade. She used that to keep Jenkins at bay during her escape. Lovett told us to let the driver go. So, we brought him to the plane. I've done what I can for his wounds, and Sam's been debating on how to proceed.
I guess that's all for now. Again, please forgive how this probably reads, I am not a blogger. I'm just a simple doctor.