Saturday, June 16, 2012

In the Mouth of Madness

With the Africa ZFC safe in the hands of LOKEY and the GYPSY GROUP, my attention veered back to the fight ensuing in Colorado. Lord Micah and his team had surrounded the Denver airport. Sorry if I'm off a bit, but I believe he said that they were going to move in after dark. I have so many things going on around me, I can't even remember who's doing what.... So, thanks for keeping in touch with me.. all of you.

Lord Micah did call in though.

"Eddie, It's Lord Micah. I know its been a few days since I reported, but this place is locked down tight and were having a hard time finding the best way in." He went on. He told me the summer time brought great weather to kill zombies in. There were 'watchers' scattered all around the airport. Every 3 or 4 hours, they would come in randomly and report what they saw and what they had found. Every once in a while, there was a zombie attack inside the airport itself. But the police seemed to know how to handle it, to make sure there wasn't a complete outbreak among the patrons their. Lord Micah told me that they were looking for symbols... Illuminati and other symbols that would point toward a door that would lead them to the children that were so viciously kidnapped. Lord Micah went on to tell me how proud he was of his daughter Izzy. With what she had been through, he was surprised she was even capable of friendship among adults. With her mom dying when she was young, she brought up her little sister all by herself. Teaching her to read, math, regular honest conversation. All things a mother would normally do, if she was there. Everything was fine though. Izzy was strong. Stronger than expected.

Then, a breakthrough. A 'watcher' came back and reported seeing a suspicious door. It was hidden in the mural that depicted a soldier holding a sword over hundreds of crying mothers and dead children. Lord Micah sprung into action, and began delivering orders. Izzy and Brandon were sent as diversion to keep attention away from the door, while a small team would break through to find a better entrance for everyone else. The number of helping bodies in the airport was up to 50 at this time. We were still outnumbered 20 to 1, but those things cant be considered when it comes to bringing X's friends home.

Izzy and Brandon found a bench to set up camp. The plan was to start playing, then argue, then perform a full on fight. Izzy was excited. She loved roll playing games. Now confident in their duties, they made their way to the bench. That's when the screams started.

A lady started screaming out of control at what looked like nothing. Guards started appearing and our team thought as though they wouldn't have a chance to break into the locked door undetected. The lady started flinging her head about, spewing black ooze from her mouth and nose. Everyone got tense. An armed guard started showing his nerves. He pulled out his M16 and aimed it at the lady. "EVERYONE STEP BACK!!" He yelled. He aimed his gun at the lady and started swaying his other arm forward and backward, motioning people to move away. In his panic, he fired round after round. The M16's fully automatic setting let off a barrage of gunfire. The lady that was quickly transforming into a zombie was hit in the neck, dropping her spasming body to the floor. A few other people were struck as well. Including Brandon.

Izzy's arm was nearly pulled off when Brandon was shot in the leg. He held on to her out of instinct. People were frantically running everywhere at this point. Brandon was bleeding badly from his right leg. Izzy bent over and put her hand over the wound but it was bleeding too badly to do any good. Several of Lord Micah's squad stepped in and carried him off. Izzy stood there and started to wonder if this was all a REALLY BAD IDEA. Just as the thought struck her, the overhead lights turned off. ALL the lights turned off. Red emergency flashers blinked on and off as a gentle and serene female voice came over the intercom.

PLEASE EXIT THE AIRPORT QUICKLY. PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU.

Over and over the voice spoke driving everyone into crazy mode. Izzy looked over to the door and saw our men rushing in. 10, 20, maybe 30 or more members rushed into the door. Izzy then glanced over to the entrance of the wing they were in and saw them coming. ZOMBIES. HUNDREDS OF THEM!! Either their mission was compromised, or this place was about to get a good old fashioned horde attack!! Izzy took out both knives she kept in her leg sheath. Between the stumbling zombs that grabbed the first living body they could, there were two runners that made their way through the pack of walking dead. Izzy took aim and threw her knives, landing them dead in the center of the forehead of both zombies dropping them to the linoleum floor. Izzy turned and ran towards the door. Just before grabbing the handle, she was scooped up by a man in a white coat. It was Lord Micah. He grabbed her, went in and shut the door behind them. The frame was jarred loose from when his team busted in mere seconds before, but it was intact enough to stay put. While still in Lord Micah's arms, Izzy looked down the dark hallway. All the men were lined against the wall. Squatting down low. Waiting for the mayhem outside the door to go away. Lord Micah pushed his body against the door with all his weight as he slowly put down Izzy. He quietly put his finger over his lips. SSSSHHHHHHH.

The screams and bubbly moans of the zombies permeated through the loose door. Everyone was sweating. Light seeped through the bottom of the door. Shadows flickered by as the zombies ran in one direction, doing what the dead in front of them did. Looking for the living. One goal. So evil and frightening. When the shadows disappeared, Lord Micah grabbed what he could to place at the door, blocking anyone else from entering. They originally wanted a bigger entrance, but this would have to do. Any of Lord Micah's members that didn't make it in would have to fend for themselves.

Just then, they all heard a low scream screech through the dark stone walls of the hallway. The kind that would turn your neck into rippling water. Goose bumps shot across every person there. "I...I don't know sir." Whispered one of Lord Micah's men. Izzy stepped from behind Lord Micah and promptly slapped the man in the face. A bloody mark was left on the mans cheek. Izzy had been through too much to have some grown man give up on the mission at this point. Lord Micah grabbed her and placed his finger over his lips again. Then he pointed forward, down the dark hallway.

The men slowly started to move forward. Moving close to the wall, another blood curdling howl came from the darkness. Long and empty, the howl took on fears of the men they had never encountered before. Lord Micah was starting to shake as well. Izzy began to quietly whimper. If the children 'were' hidden down here underneath the Denver Airport, we can only hope they're still alive. Lord Micah was leading his men into the mouth of madness. What he reported to me as PURE EVIL. Beyond what zombies brought to the table. Beyond the insecurities the ASMZ gave us. It was just BEYOND. He didn't really know how else to describe it.

The men disappeared into the darkness. Lord Micah and Izzy were in the rear, holding each other for dear life. Then, from the front of the line Micah heard a THOMP! Followed by gun fire that lit up the stone hallway that revealed the horror that was coming his way. Izzy started screaming out of pure fear. A large, dog like creature flashed in and out of the light given off by the guns. Lord Micahs' men were shooting wildly in the darkness trying to get a fix on the beast. Micah grabbed his emergency light from his jacket pocket, cracked it and held it high showing off the twisted reality that was making its way up the hallway. The red light gave off enough light for him and Izzy see different men get squished into the very corners of this cold tomb. The beast looked up at the light, stomped another soldier into the ground and started charging, screaming with sharp, jagged teeth. The high pitch sound of Izzy's scream flooded Micah's ears as he pulled out a black box from his other jacket pocket. He grabbed Izzy and pushed her behind him, held the black box out in front of him, closed his eyes, and pushed the red button.

Micah's nose bled immediately as he staggered backward pushing Izzy between him and the door that barely held itself into place. An almost liquid like ripple opened from the end of the black box instantly lining the bloody stone walls, then shot forward toward the abomination. Just seconds after the red button was pressed, a rattling WWWUUUOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM filled the dead space. The beast that was running forward shook, almost like static on an old TV and dropped to the ground. The frequency pushed the animal back, along with all the dead members of Micah's small army. Then as soon as the destruction started... it was over.

Lord Micah wiped his nose. Not much blood anymore, but enough to make Izzy worry. She ripped the sleeve off her shirt and handed it to him. "Fix yourself" She said. Micah pulled out another emergency light. This time it was green. The members of his army were good men. All of them. Micah didn't really know what to do. They walked forward slowly. Izzy stepped over the arms here, legs there. They rounded the body of the obviously genetically modified animal... whatever it used to be. Izzy, frightened and covered in other peoples blood quietly said, "Now what are we going to do? All our men. 30 men. Dead.. How are we going to get the kids back? By ourselves? There's no way in HELL!!" Micah placed his finger over her mouth this time. "Language Isabelle. We cant loose ourselves out here." Micah knew that Izzy's experience with zombies had probably led her to say much more than the word HELL, but he still had the desire to be the father he wanted to be. Micah leaned against the wall, wiping his forehead. The wall budged.

Lord Micah asked Izzy to look at the wall, then push on it with him. Izzy broke off and grabbed an automatic from the ground. She had to pry the severed hand from the grip, then picked it up to use as a sledge hammer. With a few swings, they broke through. They climbed through a small opening, and when their feet were planted on the ground, they were inside a large room. High ceilings, longs walls, and two doors. Suddenly they heard talking from behind one of the doors. Micah and Izzy ran as fast as they could and put their backs on the wall closest to the hinges. The door on Izzy's side slowly opened. The barrel of a gun slowly creeped its way into the room. Through the crack in the door, Izzy saw Micah's head nod back and forth, mouthing 'not yet', just in case Izzy was going to open a can of whoop ass.

Izzy saw Micah's request. The barrel continued to come in slow. Finally the hand that held the weapon. Izzy noticed a large tattoo that wrapped around the top of the wrist as the man made his way slowly into the room. It read ZFC FF (Zombie Fight Club Forever Faithful). Izzy reached out and tapped the tip of the gun. The man looked inside and was shocked to see Izzy and her father standing in the room. It was the rest of Micah's army. They found another way in. The odd circumstances led them to each other. Lord Micah shared with them the unfortunate loss of the rest of the team in the hallway just outside the hole in the wall.

The remaining team wanted to see the destruction for themselves, so back through the hole in the wall they went.

Lord Micah reported to me that they decided to continue down the dark hallway as it seemed to go downward into the belly of the Denver Airport. He said he was confident that the children were down there. He also shared with me that he hoped they didn't encounter any more beasts like the one they previously fought. This place was full of mystery and evil. Its cold and damp. The stench of death became common place for them all as they inched down the dark hallways, hopefully getting closer to the lost children of the MATAGORDA ZFC.

I believe they are on the right track. I pray for them as I wish you all would.

Lord Micah said he will send another report on their progress soon.

KILLEM'ALL

EDDIE ROTTEN

TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT

"First off" STAR said, "You're not even spelling it right! It's ARK... with a K. And if you really wanted help then you'd keep up with your own blog!" Star wasn't happy with me and my lack of attention with the blog. She was just venting. Who could blame her? There hasn't been a lot of communication from the Houston ZFC in a while, but the letter that preceded this post got out. And it said there was an attack planned for the Houston ZFC, so you can imagine what kind of hysteria it's caused. Every Den Mother for miles is frantically preparing food and making sure all safe houses are secure. We are loosing people more and more men due to a new outbreak. Its not quite zombie like symptoms, but enough to make even the local police scratch their heads. You know about the BATH SALT violence that's occurring, but this new thing seems to be more like people are just... cracking. Giving up. Almost like they would rather give in to total animalistic tendencies, than to continue being human. Random violence against each other is whats sweeping Houston, and other cities across the world. Zombies may have met their match. When people are consciously, and willfully committing the same acts as your common zombie.... you've got real problems. Over the last month, there have been several thousands of zombie killings in Houston alone, and the number of random, human killing human are on the rise. We have to be careful out there. REMEMBER WHO THE ENEMY IS.

By the time Josh got his message through to me, I was neck deep in a zombie attack. My neighborhood was over run with the creepers. I don't know if they were wandering hordes of zombies, or if the ASMZ had dropped them off to finish off the humans in the area. Bastards wont give us a break! Not only are there government generated zombies openly used to deplete our population, but now we have to deal with drones, water poisoning, chem-trails... among a crap ton of other things used to just simply get rid of us. Are we really that bad a species? Are we really seen as a CANCER on the face of the earth? I never thought so. At least not all of us. I cant say much for the ASMZ. Karma's a bitch though... right?

Things are tough all over. Africa seems to be serving up its portion of hurdles for our ZFC as well. I'll just dive right in.

The battle at the airport forced the ZFC apart from each other. The way it looks, is that X, STAR, and MIKE T. ran off in one direction, while Lokey and Jig headed in another. Josh took shelter in a shack half a mile from the airport. I think Josh's advice to stay away from the safe houses was a good one. Being spread out isn't the best thing that could have happened right now, but they are all alive.

Josh said that there are a few zombies roaming around the dirt grounds of the farm he's on, but not enough to worry about. Josh noticed an explosion about a mile from his location. He looked out the tin door of the shack he took shelter in and saw the black plume of smoke mushroom out towards the sky. "What ever just blew up, there had to be casualties." Josh said to himself. He wasn't the only one who noticed the explosion.

X, STAR, and MIKE T were hiding behind a bus inside a lot full of 100 or more. They were making their way toward a barb wired fence that separated them and the airfield. From the fence they would be able to see out. They could see which direction they needed to go. Compasses were great and all, but they don't show ASMZ or ZOMBIE activity. Only direction. Now, one bus behind the fence line, they saw the huge explosion rise to the clouds. X commented that it was the biggest explosion he had ever seen, outside the one he saw in BATTLEFIELD. Him and Mike argued back and forth on weather or not it was even relevant considering BATTELFIELD was a video game. STAR rolled her eyes.

Then, down the tarmac, through the shimmering haze of heat coming off the concrete, they saw two people...... running towards them on the other side of the fence. To far away to make out who it was, they squatted down behind the bus and started planning strategy. If the ASMZ saw them, it would be a fight to the death. But how? With so much destruction, how could anyone know where they were? X peeked around the rusty bumper of the bus, then quickly moved back. Wide eyed, and with a small grin.... X said. "It's them..." STAR shoved X aside and looked around just in time to see LOKEY and JIG running past them... laughing.

X, STAR, and MIKE grabbed their gear and started running in their direction as fast as they could. Poor X was just a young boy so he fell behind... it was always a hindrance, but no one seemed to matter. A jeep pulled up 100 yards from where JIG and LOKEY were and waited. A man stood up from inside and yelled, "MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!!" STAR turned around to notice several white vans and military vehicles approaching from the opposite side of the air field. JIG and LOKEY made it to the jeep. JIG jumped in and handed LOKEY a chain from the back seat. LOKEY tossed the chain around the top of the fence post and and the other end to the back of the jeep, then motioned for them to pull. The jeep lunged forward and bent the10 foot barb wired fence down enough for the 3 ZFC to climb out quickly and safe. They all hopped in the jeep and sped off.

It was loud. The wind and the engine of the jeep were unforgiving and it was hard to hear anything. JIG was laughing so hard his eyes were watering up. LOKEY had a smile on his face but was talking to the driver. The driver, was a dirty man. Large. Sunglasses. Bearded. Intimidating. "WERE NEVER GOING TO MAKE IT!" X screamed from the back seat. Then, the driver yelled back from behind the wheel. "YES WE WILL YOUNG MAN!" Lokey turned around to the crammed crew in the back seat. "NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A GYPSY!" Then he pointed up. A HUGE jet liner was flying dangerously close to the ground. From the jeep, they could actually see the doors and panels holding the beast together. Big letters reading A.S.M.Z. ZOMBIE TRANSPORT were clearly read on the belly of the jet. And ahead, falling from the sky were two parachuters. X smiled and put his hands over his ears. "THAT'S NOT A BAD IDEA!!" JIG screamed. They all turned around and witnessed the jet fly nose first into the oncoming ASMZ killers.

The impact of the jet landing on the ground was large enough. The explosion it caused rocked the road they drove on. The jeep swerved back and forth on the cracked road as they sped faster and faster to safety. In the explosion, they could see hundreds of zombies ignite and fly to the outer reaches of the airport. Body parts landed around them as the driver dodged to the left and right constantly, trying to keep the integrity of the jeep. The only thing that could quickly take them out of this nightmare.

JIG was still laughing. "LOKEY had a friggin bomb inside his duffel bag!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!? WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE IN THERE MAN?!?" JIG leaned forward in good spirits to rifle through LOKEYS bag, but his hand was quickly met with a SLAP on the wrist by LOKEY. JIG leaned back in the seat with a half smile... "AWKWARD ONE ISN'T HE?" JIG said loudly so his back-seaters could hear him. The diversion explosion JIG and LOKEY set off was just enough to get them to a place where LOKEY could call in help from his GYPSY friends. Those guys are everywhere. I'm glad LOKEY decided to take off to Africa like he did. His friends hijacked a ZOMBIE TRANSPORT jet from the next airport just over 50 miles away. The timing was perfect.

Because of the blog, LOKEY's friends knew where to pick up Joshua. So, the two GYPSY GROUP members that hijacked the jet, parachuted to Josh's location. It made it easier to pick them all up.

Now, super crowded in the jeep, they raced over the dry African desert towards the outskirts of Ethiopia. The journey had taken them all the way across the beautiful landscape of Africa. Their encounters with zombies and ASMZ along the way will be in their personal journals for ever. I hope that the next time they report, they can tell me if they attained the ARK (with a K.... that's for you STAR). Avoiding the safe houses is a smart move, but rough. That's the only place I know of that supplies are plenty. But with the contacts that LOKEY knows, I'm feeling more confident every day.

PROUD

ZOMBIE KILLERS ARE BAD ASS.

KILL'EM ALL

OUT OF NOWHERE

Eddie,

This is Alec, I'm near Houston. I'm in a place called Kingwood, but there is a problem. This place is crawling with ASMZ and Creeps...Too many to fight through, my best bet is to lay low and move by night. I am in need of assistance, I could use some back-up. That's the good news, the bad is I overheard what I think was an ASMZ officer talking about an upcoming attack on the Houston ZFC. I wish I had some more info for you, but they were walking away and I was not about to follow and blow my cover. My brother seemed to think you could use the extra hand right now so I'm yours until further notice from him. While on the subject I have had no contact, the last I heard he was on a plane. That is when he told me to come here...have you had any contact with him? I wanted to report that a contact back in Pittsburgh informed me that a man in a grey suit is asking around about him and You. I have given the order to capture this man if any of our ZFC back home run into him. Anyway....really could use that help.

Alec

Saturday, June 2, 2012

INFILTRATING DENVER

Lord Micah said that there were people staying in hotel rooms, circling the Denver Airport. He and Isabelle drove through the pick up line dozens of times, taking pictures, counting armed guards, looking for cameras and TSA affiliates. Each time was the same. Back at the hotel room they devised a plan for the outside.. How to get in, and who to get past. But the second part of the job was more challenging.

Where exactly IS the entrance to the basement of the most heavily guarded airport in America? How would they get through that entrance? And how would they get all the children of the Matagorda ZFC out without being caught? If our informant was correct, Barry Soeterror, Commander of the ASMZ had these children in preparation of experiments. Lord Micah and some other smart heads are assuming they're freezing the children to run test. Another theory is that they are picking the best out of the group to be altered, or transformed into a perfect human. Either way, it looks like a grueling task to rescue them.

The public library had the layout of the airport, and by not checking out books, there was no paper trail back to the ZFC. Micah gathered a small research group out of what he had, and they pulled up some back information on the airport. Turns out, there was construction planned and followed through several years back by a contractor to extend the size of the airport. Everyone questioned why they would extend the airport DOWN but it never got enough attention to raise eyebrows. After the job was complete, another contractor came in and said that they were hired by the State to build over what was completed... that it wasn't sound, or sturdy enough to meet the needs of the airport. The original contractors argument was that the prints they were handed to build came from the U.S. government. None of them could understand the 12 foot thick walls down into the earth. Or the small perforated conduit piping that hugged the upper corners of the ceiling eerily like the ones used in NAZI concentration camps. The deep narrow hallways leading like a knotted ball of thread through the underbelly of the airport were all unexplained, confusing parts of the original blue prints. If you take the word 'TERMINAL' out of it, what was built was a small city underneath the ground. The new contractors argued back that their plans were ALSO given to them by the U.S. government, and that they were to build over the unsound project that was just completed.

Contractors threw their arms up for years as the construction, and reconstruction of the Denver airport continued. Finally, at the end of it, one of the most beautiful airports was constructed. And underneath, a dark, mysterious world of tunnels, rooms and labs that nobody knows about... or everybody hides. You've seen the murals inside the Denver, Colorado airport. Depicting a soldier dressed in green. With his gas mask on and his sword raised, and children lying dead in a trench with crying mothers on either side. We can only assume this is the reason for the ASMZ to have taken so many children. Testing for the future of America, for the world.

The plan was to enter the airport at night. There were 6 teams of ZFC that Lord Micah, Isabelle and Brandon picked up along the way, and from the size of the patrol at the airport, they were ALL needed. This mission was set, and there was no stopping it. We are waiting on word from Lord Micah, then we will give him the OK to proceed.

Our hearts are in our throats over this. Please pray for us. Pray for us all.

KILLEM'ALL

EDDIE ROTTEN

The Truth About Zombies!!

After reading Joshua's message, I couldn't pour the coffee fast enough. I needed to find the rest of the team in Ethiopia. I don't know what they're up against in this last stretch of their hunt for the ARC. I waited for an hour before calling to see how Lord Micah was doing in Colorado. His fight was just beginning too. Being a frequency scientist, I forget that he too has had to survive the zombie apocalypse. The phone call to him was reassuring. Him and his daughter are enjoying their time together, with or without a zombie apocalypse. His second daughter Dorothy is an enlightening addition to the Houston ZFC. She is so inspiring with her attitude towards survival. Music seems to be her outlet. Singing and humming her way through as our soldiers come in day in and day out, covered in blood, hanging on to their wounds. I sit back and look at this ZFC and I'm very proud to be a part of it. I feel sad for those still out there, without a clue as to what is coming, or what's already here.

The ASMZ and the media seem to work together to drag as many good minds down as they can, so the HUM attacks work. I fully believe in transformation process now. At first I only had a hunch that the ASMZ were numbing the minds of people through advertisements on TV and radio. With poor food and water. With porn and suggestive music. But now I know its a fact. When these unfortunate minds are dulled down to the right brain wave, the ASMZ moves in with a HUM attack. Not a large one like we've heard of in Africa or Canada, but small, low frequency blasts that can be projected from a special gun. Much like Lord Micah has created, or the ones that the Russians have demonstrated haveing possesion of. This combination of low brain wave, added by a HUM attack on the body can change a man.. change a woman.. A child, an animal... anything with a soul.

Everyone laughed at me coming on two years ago when I started warning people about it. But the proof is here. There have been two reports just recently. One in Florida, where a guy attacked another man, ripping his face off trying to eat through to his brain And after being shot over and over, the man just kept eating, growling, ripping. The second man was in a stand off with the cops. He stabbed his own neck, legs and chest, repeatedly. Then tore out his entrails, and threw them at the officers. I've watched the footage just like you have. Both cases clearly show a white vehicle pausing just 20 feet away from the 'crazies' before they completely loose it. From inside the windows you can see a flash. That's the HUM blast. A frequency used by the ASMZ, altering the mind from its already dilapidated state, to that of a zombie.

Keep your mind clean people. They are attacking the weak. Its a tactic used by the animal kingdom. It works no matter who tries it. Media is blaming both cases on something called Bath Salt. A new hyper drug that people are using to hallucinate. But there is no 'ACTUAL PROOF' that either person used it before becoming zombies. They just say "We believe they used the new drug called Bath Salt."

Listen to me, I'm rambling again. I do that when my passion takes ahold of me. Watch out there kids. Its more than just zombies were contending against.

Where was I... oh yea. Lord Micah in Colorado

SCATTER ZFC

I got up to a loud BING BING BING coming from my phone. I leaned over to grab it and knocked over a 2 day old glass of water off my night stand. I could tell, even before getting out of bed that this was going to be an eventful day. I looked at the message. It was Joshua. Their flight to Ethiopia was 'not boring' to put it lightly, and exiting the plane was even more eventful. I'll let you read in Josh's own words... here's his message:

Eddie, we have landed... but there is problem. Somehow they knew we were on that plane. As soon as we touched down we all knew something was not right. The pilot pulled the plane off the dirt runway and seemed to be waiting for what felt like hours as the ASMZ soldiers surrounded the plane. We couldn't see out very well because of the small windows, but we could hear trucks.. a lot of them, pulling up to the plane. I ordered all to be at the ready. X was in the cargo bay most of the ride.. accept for a brief.... odd moment. But he is here, and ordered to stay out of site. As the rear bay door opened, I told the team "TO THE DEATH" if we weren't taken they will show no mercy. Do not fire until the signal. JIG looked at Mike and said, "did he mention a signal?" I told them you'll know it when it comes. The door was half way down and we could hear what sounded like an army charging their weapons. Door was almost down, and we started to see the masks of the ASMZ soldiers. There had to be at least 30 or more of them with their weapons pointed at us. I gave the order to lower our weapons. I heard JIG say "So much for TO THE DEATH". An officer stepped forward. "Your... little group of misfits here have been causing us a lot of trouble." He turned and looked at his side officers. "TAKE THEM IN FOR THE PROGRAM." I yelled "Wait, I think I have some information you might like to know!" STAR screamed "JOSH HOW COULD YOU!!" Just then, two grenades flew over our heads from behind, into the crowd of the ASMZ. We, along with the other ASMZ on the plane took cover.

BOOM!!!!

I opened fire and the team followed suit. All hell broke loose. We made it off the plane covering each other. This battle was EPIC. In the mix of gun fire and HUM attacks, we got separated. I think I saw X, STAR, and MIKE T go in one direction. Lokey and JIG in another. I got cut off from a grenade, and had to run where I could. I am now in a shack near a dirt farm, just half a mile from the ASMZ airport. I have no contact with the others. I don't know if they are alive or..well.. I need to find them. Hell, I'm not even sure if you'll receive this email... I am going to lay up here until the sun goes down and start making my way to the target. If yo make contact with any of my team please inform them to stay away from the next set safe house. I didn't trust the last one and I certainly don't trust this one.

I'm sending my brother Alec down to you. Seems like you can use the help. He's never been in the military, but I taught him everything he knows. He should be there in the next few days. You cant miss him. Long puffy hair and covered in tattoos. Watch out for his AK. He wont put it down for anyone.... Ever.. So don't ask.

If you get this message, please respond ASAP. Joshua.