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12.05.35 2:48 am
Had a strong glass of bourbon and crashed hard tonight,

despite the noise on the street. I guess you get used

to it after a while living in Freeport, but something was definitely

different out there. No Ð peculiar is more like it. ThatÕs what must have

caused my strange dream. Man, was that a weird one. I want to get it

down on paper but itÕs so tough to put into words. It sounds

dramatic anÕ all but man, it was so frigginÕ real.

The moment I threw off my specs and pressed my palms against

my burning eyelids, it felt like it was the calm before the storm.

And then I passed out.

All was quiet except for a faint but noticeable murmur

of a power generator. I took a slow step out of the shadows,

looking to my right and left down each corridor for any

potential danger. But this wasnÕt a usual route around the

sector looking to bust armed U4 pushers. This was a real war

for some reason, but there was nothing here but very subtle

screams in the distance, gun blasts, explosions,

then more screams.

Then it kicked in: that adrenaline rush from hell. I bolted

down the metallic hallway with a 1000 years of rage on my

shoulders and seven hand-held CB-22 rockets in my backpack

for each of the souls IÕll take in the next half hour. The lives

IÕll devour to make me stronger and impenetrable.

As I ran, fitted in armor and conviction,

the familiar war sounds become louder and fed into my fury.

The screams were almost unbearable at this point.

The moment I turned the corner into a room with

this powerful blue light, blood and chunks of flesh sprayed onto my

pants from the poor disemboweled ÔCorps soldier to my right,

opened by a shot from an above tier and a keen eye.

A hoard of mutated bodies without faces eclipsed the light

and turned to me, armed with guns, bombs, and claws.

And the chase was on. I pulled a quick 180 and leapt across

the separation in the floor, only to duck behind a crate to

turn around and open fire. Four down. Time to move.

I quickly scrambled outside under the angered sky with

bullets darting past both my ears. One gets me in the

shoulder but proves tolerable. I found myself cornered

with nowhere to go except into a sea of death, already a

graveyard for many dead soldiers. I dove in while more bullets

burrowed into my suit and skin and bone. Just as I thought I was

safe,

I heard a splash only to look over my shoulder and see three

desperate beasts, but theseÉanimalsÉhad faces. And they were

scared, too.

Were they after me or were they running from fear themselves?

I immediately unleashed four more demons from my barrel, three

meeting their destiny. Although victorious, I choked on the thick water,

blood, and flesh that surrounded me, and died just the same.

As I floated slowly to the surface, a womanÕs laughter came from

somewhere above, as if I was part of an experiment or something,

like I was in a test tube. And then I woke up in a cold pool of sweat.

It is the calm before the storm.

My God, it is the calm before the storm.

1.02.36 8:20 pm

Happy FrigginÕ New Year. Two days in and I almost

blasted my first punk in Ô36 already. That kid musta been

smacked out pretty good to kill a cop just to get to his cruiser.

And all this right in front of the neon glow of the Starck Club. Thankfully,

his hands were shaking so bad he missed me by a mile.

Dumb punk didnÕt realize his life was already over before

he even left the rock he climbed out from under.

I chased the junkie into the club but lost him in the crowd.

Got him on the cams though, so IÕm sure heÕs arrested by now.

I ripped my leg open when I slipped on the floor Ð there were

broken vials of U4 all over the place, man. I guess kids arenÕt

even going to the bathroom to jack up anymore.

Damn.

You know, I think that dead cop worked
with my dad at the FPD at some point.
His name was McPherson or something like that.

Poor bastard. Got there too late,
was already shot in the head.

ItÕs funny, actually, getting used to this good guy shit. A few years

ago it very well could have been me laying in the streets with a

fatal case of lead poisoning. Who wouldÕve ever thought that IÕd be crossing

over to the other side, patrolling the same blocks I used to run gangs on.

IÕm sure all theYoung Masters and Warriors are dead now, anyway.

Life sure is strange the way things come full circle.

WasnÕt wearing his

damn helmet.

Nothing I could do.

NoteÐ

notify McPhersonÕs wifeÐ

Monday, I need to send out a memo to all field officers.

ÒIf they are caught without helmets on, while on duty,

they will be fined.Ó

2.22.36 11:43 pm.

Tonight was one of those nights that makes you wonder how it ever

got so bad. I swear, itÕs not even midnight yet and already the cityÕs

gone to shit. I musta grabbed my Mag three times within an hour

because of these damn punks jumping out of the shadows.

Two of them even tried

to shiv me, dumb bastards.

If they were zombies, that would be one thing, but this

tainted garbage just completely freaks them out altogether.

Even nailing those dirtbags Mancini and Kong last week hasnÕt

slowed down the flow of U4 any and I know theyÕre behind

a good chunk of the Freeport flow. I shouldÕve popped Mancini a

3.13.36 1:10 pm

SinTEK's been all

over the news again.

Looks like they've

bought out yet another

major petroleum

company

in the Middle East

for a zillion dollars or

something. These

guys are everywhere,

man: chems, oils,

computers,

pharmaceuticals,

geneticsÉ and now

as a SEC-Force Op as

well.

It must be my lucky day

LookinÕ mighty fine! God, I need to get laid.

$32,000

Unbelievable. . .
They may have

their greedy hands in
all kinds of pie, but IÕd do

anything for a night with Dr. SinclaireÕs daughter.

Man, is she hot or what?! WhatÕs her name?

Oh yeah, Elexis. Elexis Sinclaire. Hmmmmm.

Looking good.

The SinTek

shares I bought

are on the

rise again!

Keep this up

and I see early

retirement

calling

my name.

Buy more Uber Stock!!

Pork bellies

are up

Call your Broker

and thank him

for the SinTek tip.

Dave Eddings

200-658-6971

4.09.36 3:30 pm

Yesterday was pretty interesting, to say the least.

J.C. cracked me up today by reminding me how we met.

I can't believe it's already been four and a half years.

I remember that day like it was yesterday.

After three months of hell, I finally caught the hacker who

had been tapping into the HardCorps server, and it turned out to

be some bored 20 to 21 year-old whiz kid who loves challenges.

I would've kicked his ass and made sure he served a good 10 to 15,

but I realized something during those few months

while I was trying to hunt him down. IÕd rather have this

kid ÒJ.C.Ó on my side than anywhere else, thatÕs for sure.

I let him tell me his story. HeÕd been running big hack jobs for

a good three to four years for all kinds of colorful characters

in the underworld. Tech Warfare sure pays well if you donÕt

get back-stabbed in the process. Such was the case here.

J.C. was hired by the Vitello family to break into HardCorps to

gain classified information and hand it over to his bosses.

Apparently, he didnÕt want to do it since heÕd been burned by those guys

for $50,000 on a job last year, but he had no choice. Something about

eating his own tongue must have persuaded him. Plus, he was told

HardCorps was a dirty organization that was in bed with the government,

and responsible for half the problems on the streets to begin with.

So, J.C. rented space at a neighboring office building and set

up his operation for a close tap and began to systematically watch

our HC server. He soon learned our external protocols, then

tapped in and gained access to lower level system files, only

to learn we were the real deal. ÒGood guys with a purpose worth

fighting for,Ó he said, or something like that. What a bullshitter!

He seems like a smartass all right, but after a few long hours

and a pack and a half of smokes later, he graciously accepted

my generous offer to work for us here at HC, and IÕm

sure it had nothing to do with going to jail if he refused. I think IÕm

going to like this guy, and for some reason, I feel like I can trust him.

Hope Frank Vitello doesn't start snooping around or we'll have to see

if he's allergic to leadÉ HA HAÉ maybe arrange to have him plugged,

too.

So Ð This is a BAT!?!

J.C. Ð

Surfspan the net

for me and see if

ANYTHING out

there remotely

resembles

this SHIT!

BLADE

4.19.36 5:12 pm

For the second time this week, another Freeport citizen was killed

by these enormous bats weÕve been seeing lately. Pretty weird stuff.

WeÕre still trying to figure out what kind of breed they are and

where theyÕve come from, but for now, weÕve allocated a

few of our men on it to scour the areas for extermination.

HereÕs a sketch based on the few found by the east river docks.

Scientists are still trying to figure out what kind of

fluid is stored in that appendage under their bellies. Gross, man.

Hairless Ð !

HUNCHBACK?

A freakinÕ

400 titties?

Fingernails?

5.11.36 1:32 am

Found out Antonio Mancini got off somehow and is back on the

streets already. I swear there is so much red tape in this frigginÕ

city, I canÕt believe it. He musta had that scumbag lawyer Johnny

Cockroach defend him. How the hell did he afford that crooked

bastard? Someone high up on the food chain must be pulling some

strings because Mancini has more goddamn lives than an alley cat.

He must have bribed someone pretty high up, but what can Mancini

offer besides dope? Everyone on the street knows that although

he may be up the U4 food chain, he doesnÕt have a pot to piss in.

Extremely dangerous known underworld figure.
Identifiable markings: blind in left eye, large vertical
scar that runs from upper forehead to mid left cheek.

Multiple tattoos on right and left hand and upper
arms.

Dickhead

I wouldnÕt even be surprised if he was on

the junk himself, that stupid jerk.

To make matters more interesting, J.C. said ManciniÕs recent arrest

file was totally wiped from the FPD computers and Kong was found

beaten to death in his cell. If I get a chance, I may look into this.

IÕm actually looking forward to cornering

that slimy weasel again to see

what he has to say.

out what makes

you TICK Ð SON!!!!

Gotta find

6.17.36 9:23 pm

Saw this in the locker room and

couldnÕt help myself.

She is the hottest thing IÕve ever laid eyes on.

How could a woman that smart be so beautiful AND rich.

Talk about having EVERYTHING.

Except me of course, Ha Ha.

I also had no clue she was actually

running SinTEK now. It says in this article

that the success of her dadÕs miracle

Òfountain of youthÓ drug, Vanity, was

too much to handle so heÕs given her the

whole corporation on a silver platter and
retired. I know daddyÕs little princess is a
biochemist for God sakes,

but cÕmon, just take

a look at her!

On another note, J.C.Õs proved

once again how valuable an asset

heÕs turned out to be. CanÕt tell

him that or his melon will swell

even bigger than it is now. IÕd

still love to slap that wise-cracking

mouth from time to time but

overall, IÕm glad I trusted my gut

instincts and brought him on board.

I can imagine playing doctor with her...

6.17.36 9:23 pm

ThereÕs definitely something very weird going on in the city. J.C.

was in the VR-cades and overheard a couple of people talking about

some creature they encountered near a garbage dumpster.

They said it looked like a dog at first until it pulled

its head out of the trash and it had a long beak or something?!

Call me crazy but I read something like this in one of those

tabloids about this mutated four-legged animal found

with spikes on itÕs back like a goddamn stegosaurus.

HereÕs a photo of an especially photogenic

bum and his favorite subway wall.

IÕve never

seen anything like this.

ItÕs off the charts!

Blade,

Where did you get this hair

sample? ItÕs as if someone

went in and retroactively

changed the DNA, but not

in a nice way.

I need to do more tests.

We need to talk about

these results. Come by

later.

Dr. Dylan ALexander

8.07.36 3:23 am
ÒJohn,Ó Mom said.

ÒWake up, JohnÓ.

I opened my eyes and my mom was sitting by the side of my bed,

but I was in my old room when I was a kid. And she was burnt to a crisp.

ÒTime for school, Johnny,Ó said the charred remains. I screamed and

jumped up, but found myself in my apartment, tonight. I looked at the

side of my bed but there was nothing there.

Man, I hate waking up

in that cold sweat.

I havenÕt thought about my folks for a while,

so I decided to pull this out:

9.30.36 9:55 pm

This is the fourth account of what some call Òthe clawÓ Ð a mutant

creature rumored to roam under the city in abandoned subway tunnels.

All four descriptions

of this beast involve

an abnormally huge

left arm with a claw

on the end, and a bony,

almost skull-like face.

Special forces have

combed the north and

west subway routes,

but have not uncovered

any evidence to date.

Many homeless have

Went down to sector 3, to do my own investigation, where

all the crazy reports of this so called ÒclawÓ creature was.

I found where some of the locals had been doing a few wall

drawings of what they claim they saw. Tried to talk with the bums,

they are a little too whacked out to make sense. Took a few

shots of the walls and construction workers. Guess I will file

these in the Y-Files. Speaking of Files, I remember

when I was a kid seeing reruns of that show from the late Ô90s.

Then on January 1st, 2001, the producers went missing.

Cool. . .

reported accounts

to the police on this

matter ever since two

homeless men, Michael

Wilson and Harry Miller,

were found gutted at the

Sheppard subway station last month.