Tuesday, August 7, 2012

My door is open.

It's no secret that these past few months have been...quiet.  This time last year we had houses burning down, killer trees, exploding weddings, oh my!

It seems as though the Powers That Be have granted us this time of respite.  But as I stir from my rest and prepare to get back into the swing of plotting and scheming, I notice that the silence does not stop at those tricksy twisty runners.  Reddie darling hasn't deemed to make an appearance in some time.  Other authority figures such as Valtiel or Writer have also seen fit to vanish from the blog world.

Could it be that we've finally decided to stop chronicling this invisible war on these inane public online journals?  Not bloody likely.

So, here is my proposal to all you working class masked men and women, just trying to get through the day without the Tall Man deciding your entrails would look good nailed to the wall: Come to me.  If you are uncertain about what you should be doing, or how to proceed with a task that your superior has been frustratingly quiet about, then I shall endeavor to set you on the path to success.

We walkers in the night must stick together, after all, mustn't we?  Don't hesitate to approach me with any concerns you may have.

And think nothing of it.  Call it professional courtesy.

Monday, August 6, 2012

A friendly report from the Intelligence division

This post goes out to ALL the proxies in the field.  As Ridley might say, "keep it real, mah homies!"  Because apparently he likes typing words that aren't real.

The date: August 2nd, 2012.

The time: approximately 6:30 PM.

The location: Detriot, Michigan.

Summary: Intelligence operative "Zephyr" is due to meet five enforcers to provide information on a target, [REDACTED, due to believed irrelevance].  Enforcers are half hour late, Zephyr risks visiting their safehouse. (deemed necessary by Handler Rhodes)  Upon arrival, Zephyr discovers safehouse empty, door shows sign of forced entry.  Note on table indicates field outside of city as possible location.  Zephyr proceeds to location. (Note: Unwise, operative should have immediately called for backup, was "reprimanded" lightly for this mistake)  Bodies of enforcers discovered, tied to stakes.  Zephyr contacts superior and requests cleanup team.  Evidence removed without incident.

Autopsy: Not that we exactly had to cut em open to see what snuffed em out.  Poor fucks were burnt alive.   Somehow, somebody started a fire in an open field without attracting anyone all for the sake of executing a bunch of fuckin' blanks.  The team figured the fire wasn't too old, so we just missed the pyro.  Good thing too, cause daaayum that woulda freaked out the normies.  Fuckin' pussywipes would prolly blame it on religious terrorists or something stupid as shit like that.

Conclusion: This may be the act of a deranged runner, but it is a little too elaborate for that.  Somehow, the culprit(s) kidnapped all five of the enforcers, a feat that would be almost impossible for a single runner.  M.O. inconsistent with the "Siren."  Only time will tell if this is an isolated incident, or a sign of things to come.

Handler Rhodes, Intelligence Division