I'm out of danger. Immediately anyways. Heading North. Might wind up heading East in a few months. Take care of my problems here before I go. Fairly certain that if I leave enough of a trail, I'll be found within a day. I pulled the head of one of the hitsquads two days ago, he said that a decent part of the organization I'm hunting is somewhere around here. C, if you see this, and you can get information, could you send me a list of the largest power draws in Ontario? Should give me a pretty good clue of where to hit.

On the road again

Well, we've been moving the past week or so. I won't say in what direction, seeing as how the kill krews are finally letting up. Thinking about heading out of the states, maybe meet up with some other group. Might get some more work done if I'm round some people that are a bit more survival oriented. Might have to try less hard to survive. C, whoever you are, and I do have my guesses, I'll accept your deal. I can always use new work partners. I keep information that needs to be kept, and you let me leave whenever I feel like I need to. Anyways, anyone that feels like they'd be cool with me tagging along, just let me know, alright?

Suriving

Alright, I'm officially pissed. There's nothing quite as painful as feeling useless. Morningstar is torturing Sanna worse than anything I could ever think to do. And here I am, being hunted down by a series of hit squads. Kinda like the group that took me two weeks to take down, but more of them, and each one is smaller and better coordinated. Think Incognito's gang lite. Can't even get out of the States since these guys don't give a damn about civilians. Bombed the last plane I bought a ticket for. Eighty people already on the plane, all because I bought a ticket. Listen, Breaking point, whoever you are, wherever you are, I'm not going after you or your organization right now, and honestly, I'd rather just convince you to leave us the hell alone. It's also my guess that you really don't want anything like Morningstar out there.
Maybe we can, you know, work together, or at least not work against each other for a little bit? You leave me and my gang alone, I don't find and bomb your buildings. Maybe we figure out how to fucking end some of the non-mortals?
In less frenemy related stuff, I'm back together with Keith. Rob and Mike decided to stay with the other guys. Me and him have been moving a lot lately. True to his word, he shot me in the leg, right along the skin, basically a scratch, but I'm still pissed at him.
-Linux Makavrie


Music, because why the hell not.
Edit: Sanna's safe, but still, monsters like Morningstar, your resources, and my tenacity, what do you say BP?

The Deal

Well, as I'm sure some of you have guessed, I made a deal with something calling herself the Mother. I ran into her, maybe an interconnected version of her, in the other world while I was hiding. The first few minutes were the worst. Like a psychologist, but evil. She acted like a painfully tactless best friend that knows all of your secrets. It was perfect, just the amount of reminding me of my pain, and reassuring me. Almost got me to give up my humanity. But she didn't. I have too much holding me down, part of the reason I keep company. We wound up making a deal after about three meetings. She would allow me to travel through any reflective surface in our around the location of FS, and I would give up any negative memories of my old friend, which intensified my guilt. Worth it though.

My "moving" for lack of a better word (can anyone come up with a term?) has come a long way. FS reminded me of my symbol project. And since I already had a mental association with that symbol and non-reality, I became able to create very thin, portal like objects at will, of variable sizes. Been trying to to get it so I don't need to use the symbol.  I can also take anything or one that I'm physically touching with, me, but taking them without touching them is tough, since I have to believe they are real even if the world they're in isn't. Working on that. Also been looking for other realities since a few hours ago when I found out Morningstar has Sanna. Hoping I can drop him off in some nice little hellhole. It'll probably be the most difficult.

I had both my moving and that reflection thing, which made me really good at fighting. The first guy never saw me before he was weaponless in a wasteland he had never seen. Killed him very quickly. The second one turned towards me as I tackled him, wound up getting cut on the stomach, pretty non-painfully, so no worries. FS was smart, prepared. He went to a room with no reflective surfaces. I took the first guys gun, and shot FS through the door. Hit his knee. It might sound kind of really bad, but I kind of enjoyed it, more because his screams meant that Keith wouldn't be screaming than because I hated him. I shot him in the hand when I went in so he couldn't shoot me, and then we went to world A. We had a nice discussion that I don't feel should be recreated at present.

Last thing. Can anyone inform me of how to kill anything nonmortal. When you read this Jack, can you tell me anything about my new green friend?

It's mostly done.

Well. I killed all three of them. Story for another time, maybe the next one. What's more interesting is what FS said before I broke his legs and left him to starve to death in the other world. Left him a gun with one bullet, mind you. It's MOSTLY done since I still have a lot of people to find, but it isn;t urgent anymore.

He told me in more detail both about his organization( the big, overarching one) and about the employer that hired his team. Turns out the latter took an interest in me, asked for me live. Might get his wish yet. Tell you what man, send me your location, and I'll make it a point to meet up with you. FS talked a lot about you, said that your a repeat customer. Some big-shot down in LA. If suspicions are anything to run by, you own the police, your own private army, and you make me look like a cuddly puppy. Kinda like some of the other psychos, except more static, and more pathetic.
Anyways, "Breaking Point" is a repeat that typically orders the extermination of all Runners in a given area. Just a lovely guy, I'm sure. What's more important is that the corporation FS worked for is terrifyingly large. As in, could probably take over small-medium countries using brute force without breaking a sweat. They move around a lot, and mostly rely on freelance teams like FS' though. Very good thing. Means that their teamwork leaves a lot to be desired, and that if I manage to find the jackasses running the deal, I can tear it down. The negative being that I have no idea on who they are, where they're located, or how I'll get there.

In other news, lots has been going on while I was in hiding, healing up from getting shot. Sanna wound up leaving her family when Incognito went and turned into something. Jack needs a new body, and is having issues with finding where the girl he's protecting has been disappearing to on the weekends. Oh, and there's someone new to our midst. Harlow, and he's being hunted by some giant eye, which is quite possible the judgment. Danny Boy's been sleep posting, which I see as something to really be concerned about.
Oh. And I made a deal with someone/thing that I probably shouldn't have even talked to. But she was such a help. And she promised she wouldn't try to break me again for a good long while. Nice lady, bit critical of others, but very willing to make a deal with me. Kinda tall, bit scaly round the tail, nice eyes, pretty smile. Really hoping I don't see her ever again. I'll tell you all about that deal at in the next post, along with details on my victory.

I'm done hiding and licking my wounds. I'm coming for you Shadows. And I've been practicing with my moving gig. Oh. And there will be no survivors. I gave you boys time to turn tail.