Think fast!

So this time I can’t really tell you any details, but only the good stuff. I have been living in abandoned buildings and the forest for the past couple of days and just got a hold of some wifi.

The Caucasus Mountains is where I have been actually.

Anyway there has been a lot going on. Me and Toast met someone very important. Every time I go somewhere I seem to meet someone.

This quick back story will help you understand everything. A while ago after I came out of hiding, I became part of a group of contractors that were more like a family. I can’t really tell you anything about that group but the only way to recognize them is by a certain tattoo and if you see them in combat, because we wear a porcelain mask that is different for each member.

The whole mask thing came with the group when it originated in China I believe. We have been around for a while.

Our masks are supported by kevlar or other materials now, because porcelain breaks pretty easily and my mask has deflected bullets before, saving my life!

Ok anyway. When we were in a small town getting a meal, there was a man outside smoking as we walked in and ordered. I then gave into my need for a cigarette. As we both stood there smoking I noticed his tattoo (and if you haven’t caught on yet, it’s one of the things I look at when I observe a person. I rolled up my sleeve without looking at him. He said something in latin (that I can’t tell you, sorry) and I responded in latin. We walked inside and sat down together. My food had just arrived and we got to talking. He was part of the brotherhood (trust me we had the name first) and so me and him had a lot to talk about. Toast was just confused because we talked in latin a lot, which Toast knows, but he was still confused. The man pulled out his mask. It was surprisingly similar to mine. It covered the entire head and sloped down to a point on the front with only two eye holes. Mine was a little more elongated and a little less pointy with different eye holes. Mine had some designs carved into it too, like a custom engraved weapons. After a lot of talking, he decided to come with us since he hadn’t had much action recently. For us that is like two weeks without shooting someone.

Any how I hope this gets through…

Away Again

Unfortunately my friends I will be leaving you for a little while again. I’m going to try to post some spotty stuff about what is happening but I can’t promise anything. 

So let me explain this too you all. It is a classic. These are my favorite and I get them a lot. When there is a gang or mob related kidnapping, the family or whatever doesn’t generally got o the police. If they know who will get the job done the go to us. 

Cas came to me a couple minutes ago and presented something he knew I would never refuse. A drug lord’s daughter was kidnapped by human traffickers a couple hours ago and he specifically requested me to bring her back. This would be a job for me and Texas Toast. We have been packing but I stopped for a moment to inform you all and eat some dinner. 

I’m excited, but I’m probably going to miss Kat again. She’ll be a little pissed, but I’m sure she will be fine once I explain. 

Hotter When I’m Drunk

First, let me finish my older story. Vincent had found out about his rogue mistress. He had sent his other assistant after me. She’s so adorable. He, ahem, acquired some new assistants since I had last seen him (two weeks ago). They are pretty too. His style and all. Anyway they snuck me back to the road and everything was very smooth like. I had to do a lot of explaining and fixing to Cas and the people who were with the guy who got shot. It was a hot mess but everything is good now.

I got home late Friday night and Crawled into bed with Tina. It was a very tiring weekend cleaning up the mess and all, so on sunday after Church I went with my good old friend John to the shooting range. He’s an older man, but we both love shooting and he helps me when I have to engineer something or fix something. He’s a great mechanic. This was all relaxing and great but I couldn’t make it out to see Kat this weekend. And that saddened me. We were both a little busy with things so it just didn’t work out. She likes her new home though so everything is good.

One thing I did do this weekend was get my drink on with Texas Toast and David. We haven’t done anything in a while but we just ended up staying home and drinking. At one point we went outside for a walk but that was about it. Later when I went to go to bed Tina was laying there reading. “Hey, you look so much hotter when I’m this drunk. ” I told her. And then I had to sleep in the car outside.

Sorry for this lame post. Really nothing has happened since the last time I updated. Next time I will have interesting news all, don’t worry.I got home late Friday night and Crawled into bed with Tina. It was a very tiring weekend cleaning up the mess and all, so on sunday after Church I went with my good old friend John to the shooting range. He’s an older man, but we both love shooting and he helps me when I have to engineer something or fix something. He’s a great mechanic. This was all relaxing and great but I couldn’t make it out to see Kat this weekend. And that saddened me. We were both a little busy with things so it just didn’t work out. She likes her new home though so everything is good.

One thing I did do this weekend was get my drink on with Texas Toast and David. We haven’t done anything in a while but we just ended up staying home and drinking. At one point we went outside for a walk but that was about it. Later when I went to go to bed Tina was laying there reading. “Hey, you look so much hotter when I’m this drunk. ” I told her. And then I had to sleep in the car outside.

Sorry for this lame post. Really nothing has happened since the last time I updated. Next time I will have interesting news all, don’t worry.

Shit Hits the Fan

So I go all the way to this abandoned city. Get some uranium in a heavy ass case. I mean lugging this thing was the worst, and I’m a fairly fit guy. I meet this buyer at the train station. I had found something else in the Clover House though. It was some schematics for a warhead or something. That stuff makes money. So I grabbed that too. Ok ok, back to the train station. This guy and I do a really nice exchange and I can tell he has done this before. But something goes wrong. I here the very faint, but very distinct (especially if you know the sound) shot from a silenced pistol. I turn, my weapon drawn to see the man falling to his knees. No one noticed but the few people that are there see me and drop to the ground. All but one. I immediately recognize her strange hair style (very colorful and done up in some strange Japanese something or other. I don’t know hair stuff ok?). She is Vincent’s (one of my good friends and a buyer of almost every schematic I receive) assistant. I always knew she was crooked. So I squeeze off a round into the back of her skull. She was pretty foolish to have thought she could walk up and take something I had worked for. And not only steal from me, but fuck up my reputation on the market. I think you all get the idea of business and how it works. Just a quick side note: This all happens in a matter of seconds. I run to her and take the briefcase (classic) and sprint away. Police are far away from this station I know. I planned it that way on purpose. As I run I start to stagger. My vision blurs. Not so naive. I looked on the case handle. Yes a small needle and patch has penetrated my gloves. She’s fast I think. I take a sharp right and tumble over the train tracks and down a steep hill. Before tumbling down the hill I made sure I was out of sight from all of the train patrons of course. I start to hallucinate as I lay there. Hallucinations are good usually meaning that you aren’t going to die. I see some strange things. A little pink haired girl picking flowers and laying them by me. I start to float into the sky and everything spins and turns a purple shade. At least she picked some great poison. I had a great poison trip.

I woke a couple hours earlier (from now) to a very nice looking women and a couple guys all armed and faces covered. Except the women’s. Her face wasn’t covered.

Just to be a bastard, Guess who these people were.

I will mail the winner a gold coin.

Promise.

Happy late Easter and Stuff

Happy late easter. I spent my morning right after I had returned from vacation taking my little friend Kat to some of her relatives I had had Texas Toast locate for me. They are good people and I met them and I trusted them. But I promised I would come visit Kat at least every weekend. Her new caretakers said that would be fine and I said yea well you people don’t have much choice and you would understand if you knew me.

After that I stopped in on some of my old Russian mob friends wished them a happy easter and then went over to celebrate with Cas and his family. Because we are practically family. It was a good day and I even ended up taking my bike out for a ride.

So today I am back in that Airport again. Last night was strange. After some drinks in Cas’ office I left for home and planned on spending the night watching “The Killing” with my crew. But no. Apparently everyone in the house was seeing a ghost. It’s not that I don’t believe in ghosts, It’s that they love to play practically jokes on me and each other, and since I wasn’t home for april fools day, I could only assume that they were making up for lost ground. This was not true though. I walked into my room and sat on my bed looking into oblivion thinking. And then I noticed it. The case hanging on the wall by my closet door was empty. This case normally is occupied by the engraved knife that my brother gave me while he died in my arms. This made me fairly mad considering it is the one thing I told people they never were allowed to touch in my room. I questioned everyone for a little while but gave up the search, seeing that none of them had actually taken it or had any idea where it might be. So I went to sleep. I was having a very strange dream about my brother when all of a sudden I woke. I could feel that my face and hands were covered in some warm sticky liquid so I turned on the lights. There was blood all over my face and upper body. My sheets and pillow were soaked. I walked to the bathroom. I guess my nose had bled furiously in my sleep and I had to trash my sheets and get a new pillow after I washed up. Tina had actually been sleeping in the other room because she was mad at me for questioning her earlier. As I sat on my new clean sheets My door started to open. Tina walked in holding my brothers knife. “I found it stuck in the ceiling downstairs.” she said. Hmm, that’s pretty creepy I thought.

Perhaps this was just one of my friends playing jokes on me but with the dream I think they may have been telling the truth. I will try to keep you all updated but I’m going to get the Clover House job out of the way this week so I might be a little busy. If You don’t here from me, leave me some things to come back to. Have a good day my friends!

Here’s a Real Post for you kids

So as I’ve said before I have been having some strange disturbing dreams. As you may be able to guess I normally have horrible dreams, but these in particular are especially disturbing. I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight due to the images that play out in my head, so instead I will write to my dear readers whose company I enjoy.

Since Kat has been around I have been thinking a lot about my daughter. How she died. Why she died. A lot of things. A great song to listen to (and one that causes my emotions to well up every time I listen to it) is “Taste of Regret” by In Fear and Faith. It just came on my ipod as I was writing this. Almost the perfect song I think.

Being through the things I have and all you think I would be some kind of stone cold anti-social type. That is not the case. Music always brings emotions to me and I love people. Even after what happened I still make many close friends.

I don’t just have dreams about my family and friends though. I have these horrible (yet cliched) dreams where my hands are covered in warm fresh blood and I just can’t get it off. I think it is one of those dreams people have who have ever had someone else’s blood on their hands. I hope none of you ever have to experience it. It’s just so real and I can’t wash it off. Then there are rose peddles falling all around me. I’m dressed in a white robe and I’m walking forward into this thick white liquid. I’m getting deeper and everything around me is just white. It’s so real, I can feel the cool thick liquid and when it reaches my eyes I don’t close them but I just wake. I have this one frequently. It’s always the way a dream ends. I’m washing off blood that won’t wash off and then bam, I’m in the rose peddle white mystery place.

The other frequent one is the creepy demonic one. My eyes are closed and I am laying on the concrete floor trying to yell and move but nothing happens and I am paralyzed. All of a sudden my eyes open and Claire (my first fiance) is standing over me, looking down at me just starring. And then she starts speaking in this insanely deep demonic voice saying things I can’t understand, but in a questioning tone as if she is asking me something. Then she grabs me by my shirt or whatever I’m wearing and shakes me yelling in the same tone violently. And then I notice around me everyone else I loved, just standing and starring. Terra, Kyle, Victor. Then I can make out her words. But just barely. And everyone else has started to talk. The are all saying different things but I make out some of the words: “save us” “where were you” “Alex”

After a little bit of them talking they stop and it is completely silent. Then all of a sudden, in a flash, they are on top of me, tearing and eating my flesh. Then I usually spring awake in a cold sweat.

These two dreams/nightmares, I have regularly. Don’t worry I have good dreams too. But mostly bad ones. The lesson to be learned? Don’t be a special ops puppet of the military or a contractor for a living. Feel free to share any dream experiences you have, I love hearing about other peoples dreams.