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.
