AND IT KEEPS PILING UP

HERE I AM. TRYING TO PLOT THE DEATHS OF (largely) A FRIGGING HORDE OF TRAITORS. A TASK THAT MIGHT PROVE REAL FUCKING CHALLENGING, AND NOW. NOW of ALL TIMES. They decide I am needed for a thing. One of the Runners that was smart enough never to go on the blogs, but not skilled enough to stay off of our radars, went and did a thing that merits my involvement.

I love the idiots who think that they can science their way out of becoming another one of Father's victims. No matter how far outside the box they believe they are thinking, it is never enough. They look forward, but never far enough backwards. To see how generations of humans, less bound to logic and established methods, tried to deal with the inescapable terror that haunted them even then. Of course, there are no easy or concrete solutions, no matter how far back you look. But there have been, I admit, some damn good ideas. Ideas best left buried.

But it seems now a fellow has come close to digging something up. Alexandre Loreid, formerly a professor of anthropology at some University from somewhere. I don't really give a shit, because he has been running for 13 years now, and apparently anyone I might be able to use from his past is already long dead. Loreid has even picked up his own obsessed Proxy nemesis. Because that shit ALWAYS works well for us, right? Said nemesis was a guy named “Playwright.” I know FUCK ALL about Playwright, but he is apparently DEAD NOW. Killed in a struggle with Loreid. After said struggle, Loreid apparently found something I am NOT allowed to really discuss on here, at the moment. And I have been ordered to see that it goes back to where it belongs.

By prying it from Loreid's cold, dead, severed and mutilated, hands.

Now, this may surprise you, but I have MANY QUESTIONS that have not been answered. The thing I am not allowed to talk about, is something I know fuck all about. I don't even know why this asshole taking it would necessitate someone like ME jumping in. I also don't know the specifics of Playwright's death, which feels like useful information to me. I don't know if Loreid is working solo, or in a group. What little information we have in the file, doesn't tell me much about him personally. Just that Playwright already used up the “Friends and Family” card.

Oh. And I don't know where the fucker actually is specifically. Just that it is Europe, which begs the question of why the European Proxies aren't handling this. Playwright died in North Poland, near the Baltic Sea. Which DOES NOT NARROW IT DOWN MUCH. So I am ASSUMING Loreid isn't sticking around where Playwright died. Did I mention I don't speak Polish? Or German? Or any language that isn't English or VERY dead.

This is gonna be an exercise in frustration...

But I suppose I had to go to Europe anyway. Needed to see a man about a Mummy. Think it could teach me a LOT of important facts about important things.

Jimmy can hold down the fort while I am gone. I think. My secretaries don't often do good without me, for some reason. Really need to learn some independence, instead of relying on me for all their food and water. HOPEFULLY fucking Jimmy won't be DEAD when I get back like the others. I will be SO disappointed. I might fire him. I employed him. I TOOK THAT BULLET. Better not be for nothing...

But don't think I've forgotten about the Canadian problem. Already have a few good plans to deal with that lot. Just a matter of implementing. And finding the time to do so... Heheheheh. Curious, can our Pack of Now-Wild Dogs figure out my strategies? Ask yourselves... What would you do in my position? Get CREATIVE. Know your weaknesses, both physically and mentally. Especially mentally.

It won't help.

Oh, I will probably also briefly stop by the the soggy, depressing, corpse of the British Empire. See if I can pick up Sanna's scent, for later. That might be fun.