Status Report 2/20/2011 and Current Whereabouts

Durham, NC: Sent with a squad on Specter's orders. Participated in the defense of a residence from some of Fisk's boys. There were more than I'd thought there would be.

We appeared to find five teams approaching from the street and two from the back yard. Shots had already been fired, the house was riddled with bullet holes. We worked with the civilians in the residence to eliminate all hostiles. Three of my squad were killed in the process--two from Fisk's operatives, one from friendly fire.

After the building was secure, the rest of the team went back to base. I was given orders to guard Ava's mother until further notice in the event she became a target for attacks. She *really* didn't like me at first, but I've been talking with her, mask-off. That's technically a no-no but regardless.

I got a good feeling about this one. At least now she's not glaring daggers at me, even if she doesn't talk back.

Party Hard

On the way to partake in the best party ever.

Mouthy, you and me are gonna be on the same side on this one, so I won't shoot at you if you won't shoot at me. This way, we both get what we want--you get Sagel after the P.T.C. gets him out safe and sound, and I get to plug that Tensor dickweed in the face and feel better about putting that assgoblin in a permanent time out.

Status Report

Gaunt took out Sigma and Gamma squads. They were pussies anyway, really. Once he got into the bomb shelter we were holding the lovely Daisee in, well. If Fisk is working for something like that, I think the paycheck just got four or five zeroes too small.

Theta One was ordered to start untying her. Yes, Ava, she's fine. We'll be giving her a Class C amnesiac as to her whereabouts and any personal information I let drop, though she'll put a face to me. Can't forget a guy as handsome as I am.

Theta Two through Five and I laid down suppressive fire in the center mass--shaking too bad to go for the head. Didn't do any notable damage, but it kept him stumbling and stopped long enough for Theta One to get the hostage free. Kept her behind me with Theta One trained on her so she didn't get ideas. Backed out of the bunker, locked the door behind me.

Theta Two through Five are scheduled to be posthumously honored for valorous service in Afghanistan, I hear. Theta One's still with me, we're going to let Daisee go on her merry way once the drug takes effect.

Now, don't get me wrong here, if I was still working for Fisk (I tendered my resignation about five minutes ago) Strahm would still be my priority. But I'm also a lot smarter than I let on.

Fisk can suck my big black dick. Myself, I'm going to go get some clean pants.

The Deal

So apparently hostage situations are all the rage. Cool, let's play a game.

I've got that mouthy librarian's mom. You guys give me Strahm, I'll give her back safe and sound.

You guys refuse or try to punk me like you're punking that retard Redlight, she gets a free nine-millimeter lobotomy. You guys try to free her, you get to watch her die from a slashed jugular. You guys come after me, you can join her.

We could've been friends, Ava.

Fuck Massachusetts, Seriously.

Odds are good you've never heard of Delta Squad. Or if you have, it's from a mainstream military of some sort. That's sort of the point. On official papers, we don't exist. Didn't. That part will make more sense later.

My boss has had me going from Bum Fuck Nowhere, Colorado to Bum Fuck Nowhere, Massachusetts, with a detour to Bum Fuck Nowhere Alaska for good measure since fucking November. And, here's the kicker.

We almost have a bead on that Strahm cockbite and what do we get? Delta Two gets shot right in the face and then some skinny asshole in a suit wipes out Delta One, Three, and Four. I did the smart thing, and performed what's called an “accelerated tactical withdrawal.” Laymen call it “Running the hell away.”

So, regardless, here I am freezing my nuts off in Massachusetts looking for someone using a picture so old my old man probably jacked off on it at least once. Actually, I'm freezing my nuts off in a freezing-cold cell waiting on Fisk to pull strings to get me out. Apparently these people take it serious when you put three bullets from an MP5 into a Coke vending machine when the fucking thing eats your dollar.

But, seriously. How the fuck am I supposed to find some asshole named Strahm with an old picture? It's not like people are liable to talk to an armed guy in a trench coat and gas mask or answer questions.

Well fuck me sideways.