Graham's Journal: Day 2

Ally Mclean

November XX, 1991

Well, I got a call and helped a fellow patriot out.

The call was pretty straightfoward. Take out some assholes in a Blue shirt and a White suit. I had a close call in the call by accidently blowing up that methlab, but the bang ripped right through my ears like a fucking firework show on the 4th of July. There were fire, corpses with shrapnel all over. There was no way how I could've survived by blowing up the lab with the swarm of russians out of that door when I was struggling with the dude's AK. If I haven't fell back, I would've been the one who's head was torn off by debris. When I messaged my fellow patriots about the mess, Avery reminded me that I was taking too much gear with me when he forgot to tell me about it at Hyperdrive, and Luca was so fucking mad at me for wasting the lab, when I was kinda freaked by the swarm.

Later, I got a distress call from Garret, the Snake and he was breaking up over the chat. I had to help him out with Nemo and Will, the Killer Whale. When I got to him, he was knocked out, and with a bastard who was trying to kill him. I shown him a lesson, alright. Will arrived, eventually as backup, as he took down these assholes who were after Garret. He should really watch himself.

After that, I had a few drinks at the Red Mole, with a man with a Chameleon Mask who runs a arcade, another guy in a Coyote Mask, who I don't really see that often, and a youngster in a Raven mask. Garret and Luca were drunk as hell, and then it resulted in a fight, causing a gun to go off, and causing me to get scared. Later, I ran out of fear when Luca told me "Do you want to end up like the Old Graham? Then get out of my way."

I was shocked. I was fearful. But I'm okay now.