( Sleeping with Ghosts.Collapse )

So, if one Leon wasn't enough, another just makes things a whole lot worse. Can anyone say, "anally raped with a Cactus without lubricant?" I sure can. One more Leon is one more reason for me to stay away from the Nexus as it were covered with AIDS.

Oh, and, if I come home with a rabbit, don't ask any questions. Seriously.

And because I fucking can:

So true.

More snark on the clock than a certain bimbo with a big-ass gun.

Found another lead; this time it is a Midgarian working the strings.

I'm checking it out. I think it may be The Desert and his men from Coral Prison running the show. They've moved into Phoenix, Arizona.

( Scotch, drugs and the assassination of another Umbrella operative.Collapse )

For all of you that are confused by the Turks and what they are doing, here is a report composed of information that can be helpful. Questions can be thrown at me and you all know how to contact me and all that mother jazz.

( The Sewer Dogs.Collapse )

Skipping all the fucking pleasantries, skipping any reports you have, skipping all that bullshit and cutting to the chase: The Turks and myself have left Umbrella. Yes, I'm alive. No, it isn't the time or the place to explain why. That'll just make for more words.

Reno Daltmeir is supposed to be dead; so it's Victor Sanders from now one. We're taking down Umbrella as an underground organization. If you feel like getting dirty, answer this message.

Loves and kissing,
Victor Sanders

I figured we needed a code name, especially if we're going to take down Umbrella. The Turks is far too obvious; I don't know if you'll agree with this Boss, but Rude and I were chatting about a "name" that we could use to get supplies and contact outside resources if we needed.

Rude came up with Black Lagoon. I think I like it.

We wait on your opinion, but I think we need it to contact people for supplies, etc.

We also need to check out the Shinra Mansion. But I think we'll need more people for that.

I have to disappear again.

Elena, The Boss is alive. I intercepted a transmission from him.

Maybe there is some fucking hope afterall.

( That Chess quiz thing.Collapse )


Jill, I'll be out tomorrow evening. I have a pub a need to check out and I can't have you coming with me. I'll leave my tracking device with me, but this is something I need to do.

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