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Every night, before I sleep, I recite the names of the lost. Those who are confirmed dead, and those that just disappeared and are assumed dead.

It's morbid. But, it tends to be followed by thoughts about how the list will only grow longer with each passing year. I wonder if the list will become so long that I decide to abandon this idea? Most likely. I also dread the day when I have to add more names to it.

This life is a curse.


Well...he caught up to me. I had gone over those reports I had, and decided to book a flight to one of the bases overseas... Luckily, the ID I used still registered as valid.

I had only been to this base once before, it's in Europe, that's all I'll say. I approached its entrance and took in a deep breath. In the reports, Sam had written that she had re-opened this base as a storage facility with the research labs beginning to be staffed. The primary purpose of this base had been research before it had been shut down.

I was shocked to find that the power still worked, or at least, the keypad's power. I entered my override code and heard the door's lock disengage. This was it. I opened it and saw only darkness. There was no power to any other system, apparently. I felt my heart drop at that. Another report that was impossible. I didn't let that dissuade me, I decided to enter the base. A mistake.

It was relatively small, only a few levels as it was intended for r…
So... I figured out who I'm being hunted by... Jeez I'm dense sometimes... It's the guy I met back when I was tracking down my memories. He said his name was Hunter, he was the guy chasing after the Rake.

I thought he died. I was wrong, and he blames me. I sent word to Dmitri to ask for a positive ID, maybe get the story from the soldiers who would've shot him. It'll be a little bit until I get word back.

Now that I know who he is, there are some new questions... Did he catch up to the Rake? If so, how did he survive? Who is he working for? The Rake?

This is one of those times that I wish I could access an archive full of info, or something. Oh well, I think I'm starting to detect a pattern in how he's tracking me. I may be able to evade him. Maybe.
Well, it's been a bit since I've posted. Sorry about that, been on the run. Whoever this guy is, he's been on my ass constantly.

I really need to find some way to shake him. I will not kill him. I think I might remember him now. I think. I'm checking into it, but if I'm right... Well, I never intended for it to go this way.


I made contact with my black market connection... It didn't go well.

We met and we exchanged info. He gave me more of those reports. Each one just as impossible as the last. He told me that they flooded the information market, but no one really wanted them. Everyone thought they were fakes. I wonder why... When I asked where they came from, he told me he had no clue but that he'd find out for me. Free of charge.

A few days later, he contacted me again. But that's when it went wrong... I got to the meet, and he didn't answer. The room already felt uncomfortable, since it was so dark, but something else felt off this time... I drew my revolver and began to search the room. It was a mess... The table was overturned...the filing cabinets tipped open...crates completely destroyed... Someone had turned the entire room over... I searched around, but didn't find anything I'd find useful in the mess. That is, until I opened the locker in the back of the room... I found …

A New Lead

I kept hitting dead-end after dead-end in my search. Trails that just stopped suddenly, with no clues. Until the unexpected happened. I was contacted.

I was told to meet in a local mall of the city I was in. I got to the meeting point and waited. It was becoming empty as people were leaving and business was dropping. Then a man sat down behind me.

"Mr. Carter, I presume?"

"Who are you, and how did you know how to contact me?"

"We have a mutual friend. This is for you." He turned and handed me a small package that had papers in it. I noticed that he was wearing a red glove on his right hand. Immediately, I became suspicious, but when I looked at his eyes, I could see that he wasn't Jack.

"He's breaking our deal? I was to be left alone."

"I was told to tell you that there are loopholes to every deal." He paused for a beat. "I was told to emphasize that there are loop-holes. To. Every. Deal." And with that, he stood up a…

The Calm Before the Storm

These last few months have been oddly quiet. I've been trying to track down leads, but they all keep turning up nothing. And in all of the traveling, I've not run into any trouble. Which is oddly unsettling.

I haven't come across any large groups of Runners, Proxies, no Timberwolves, no Lilim. And certainly none of the Fears. I haven't been attacked by Archangel for quite some time. I haven't seen Tall, Thin, and Faceless. No Rake sightings that I'm aware of. I haven't seen The Old Man. Even Lilith has been leaving me alone. I'm almost comfortable around mirrors again. Almost.

It's odd. This silence. It's like things have calmed down. But I just can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Call it intuition, or just bad pizza, I don't know. Either way, I think this is the calm before the storm. That we're all being lulled into a false sense of security. That things are about to heat up again. New Runners. New servants. Countless …
Uhm...I've been gone for quite some time. At least, from the blogging scene. I'm still kicking, as I always will be, apparently. I've added two instances to my "death count". Sometime soon, I think I may need to sit down and try to count how many times I've actually "died." Even though I'm convinced that the Old Man is still holding on to some of my memories. Oh well.

I don't know if I'll be writing on here much for some time. Too many memories. Too many people I haven;t seen or heard from. I've been...wandering the roads for some time now. Alone. I might be the last one alive from my "generation"... Or at least, the last one who's still stuck in this demented game.

I think I may see about visiting the people I care about again. Just make sure that I can see them all before they ultimately die. I know I'll outlive them and that led to my keeping things secret. Thoughts and feelings and what-not. It's hard to loo…