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F.Y.E.O

WARNING: In the case of this communiques interception, a burn-charge has been implemented.

Dublin, Ireland
Day 4118, 16.00 eRT

Operation Rasa Blank (Blank Slate), Second Quarter Observations

Since Dr. F. O'Ceallaigh has been hospitalized after his unfortunate accident, as you probably know by now, I've been charged with overseeing the Operation until someone suitable can take over the good Doctors position. The Scientists here at Liberty Hall Labs have been rather idle since his "incident". Sure, they type ceaselessly, staring dead eyed into their computer monitors and holding endless meetings, nodding their heads in unison at gibberish scrawled on office whiteboards but nothing seems to be moving forward, nothing's getting done.

They all seem afraid, but at least they're alert. Or what passes for alert in this sauna of computers, dim lights and N.C's. Hopefully after both Dr. S. Macalistair and Dr. P. Andrews arrive from their respective "Mental Health" Institutes the staff will start working efficiently again and I can get out of this dingy rabbit hole. I'm not a man built for tight quarters.

I must say it boils my blood seeing them whispering in their little clusters as I walk past them. Has it been so long since they've seen a soldier up close? Is it the "hideous" scar on my face? The whores of the surrounding slums find it exciting, truly they do. It's not a boast. I can always tell when someone is lying. It's part of my job. Still, it bothers me, they bother me. How long have they been hiding away from battle? Hidden underground like rats?

Today on my way back to this dreary bunker I was approached by a young Provost near the North Bridge blockade. He must not have been told I was here because he was quite insistent that I show him "my papers". Before he could call his C.O over his comm-link I broke his neck. I dragged his body all the way to Sub-Gate #06 and told them to station three new Provost's in his place.

I was disgusted at there docile compliance so I shot the fat slob of a man in charge in his little camera filled booth. I painted the walls red, the gun warming in my hand as chunks of him blew apart. None of them said a word but one of them, a tall, gaunt looking fellow gave me this funny/terrified look of defiance. I smiled, placed a hand on his shoulder and left him in charge of Sub-Gate #06's security for the night. He saluted me, angry tears welling up in his eyes.

So after all the "excitement" I had a few drinks, took a nap and was woken up with this T.S package. The Mythical Journals everyone was talking about. Having looked through them, it's clear our Operation has been compromised. We'd always intended for test soldiers to recollect some semblance of their memories but it seems Dr. F. O'Ceallaigh's assessment was correct, for the most part. But don't worry Dr. Fogarthy, I still have young Sean and his health is perfect. My eye is not however, so his exchange will cost extra when the time comes.

I await your replacement Doctors impatiently. I need to leave soon. Naturally I have made copies of any and all information pertinent to Operation Rasa Blank but something about these Journals has me thinking strangely, the "Field Journal" in particular. I will be taking a copy to Tadgh Mac Allistar directly. Perhaps he's an old friend of yours? Who knows with you Doctor. His last known sighting was in Beersheba, Israel.
Perhaps Na Fianna aren't as dead as we presumed.

By the time Dr. S. Macalistair and Dr. P. Andrews arrive in Dublin, I will be waiting in Israel for your response. Please do not take this as a sign of disloyalty. I simply must talk with Tadgh Mac Allistar, soldier to soldier, man to man. I left instructions for the "Field Journal" to find its way to the new C.O of Sub-Gate #06. The Scientists have ensured me he has undergone Type-02 conditioning, as per your request. I've changed my comm-link frequency to 12 charge 4 098. Say hello to the family from me.

Again and again,

Captain Petar Atanasov Petrov
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Liberty Hall Laboratories

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