Entry #9
Agent Louisiana Personal Log – Encryption Code: Upsilon – Entry #9
-August 31, 2548-
So, I’ve just been informed that in a couple weeks I’ll be going on a mission with York and Wyoming to Chicago. Something about suspected Insurrectionist activities in the city and infiltrating a building and ‘Don’t cause any trouble with Agent Wyoming or you’ll be suspended again’. Texan bastard.
This is bullshit, man. I don’t why I’m even on the roster for this mission because—honestly—I don’t give a damn about the Insurrection. I know, I know, how could I not, right? But just stick with me on this:
What is the main purpose of the Insurrection? It’s a rebellion. An ‘insurrection’ is a rebellion or revolution. So the purpose would be to rebel against the established order, right?
Well, regimes fall every day, I’ve even helped topple a few, and I tend not to weep over that. So why should I spend my precious time protecting the interests of the bureaucrats when I have my own shit to worry about.
I didn’t joins Leonard’s cute little project to fuck around. I joined for a very specific reason with a very specific understanding of how things were going to go down.
Now, for the last 9 months I’ve held up my end of the bargain. I’ve gone on the damn missions, I’ve played (relatively) nice with the guinea pigs (read: haven’t killed anyone yet), I’ve done the training and the Yes, sir’s and the passive-aggression and I’m fucking tired of all the bullshit.
I swear, if Leonard doesn’t give me what he promised, and soon, then I’m gonna leave his ass high and dry. See how smoothly shit goes without me running interference for him.
Besides, I haven’t gathered nearly as much info on everyone’s favorite sociopath (who isn’t Maine, that is) as I would have hoped. I’m starting to think this whole thing has just been a waste of time.
Why couldn’t I just let sleeping bastards lie? Why couldn’t I just be neurotic about the shit that I can actually deal with? Why couldn’t I just be happy with my life and leave past issues in the fucking past?!
...Oh, right, because I’m a dumbass!
On a side-note, Leonard approached me, again, about the possibility of implantation. Evidently, he didn’t hear the tone of finality in my voice the last time we talked about it.
Of course, the more I think about it the more I’m open to the idea. I guess he could tell I was thinking about considering the concept of the idea.
Well, I gotta give him props for good instincts. He’s still an idiot with a fucked up sense of morality and couldn’t hit the broad side of a spaceship with a sniper to save his worthless life, but he does have good instincts.
He even got me to agree to look over the available programs. Sneaky bastard! He comes at me with this right when I’m about the shoot someone out of boredom. Damn his instincts!
Then again, what does my actually considering this crap say about me and my morals?
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Yeah, I’m not really comfortable with this line of thinking and all that self-reflection shit so I’m just gonna change the subject again.
I’m seriously considering taking control of the PA system and announcing to the Mother of Invention that York is in love with Carolina. And vice versa, of course.
I swear to anyone in the universe listening, if those two don’t get their asses in gear then they’ll have me to deal with. I know I’m not much to look at but, while they’d have size on their side, but I’ve got rage on mine.
I can’t stand people who beat around the bush. I mean, what do they think they’re doing?! It’s not like we have a lot of time, here, in our line of work.
I mean, if it has to be anyone, then those two make sense, at least. It’s just—in war, there’s just never as much time as you think...
Agent Louisiana has logged off.
-August 31, 2548-
So, I’ve just been informed that in a couple weeks I’ll be going on a mission with York and Wyoming to Chicago. Something about suspected Insurrectionist activities in the city and infiltrating a building and ‘Don’t cause any trouble with Agent Wyoming or you’ll be suspended again’. Texan bastard.
This is bullshit, man. I don’t why I’m even on the roster for this mission because—honestly—I don’t give a damn about the Insurrection. I know, I know, how could I not, right? But just stick with me on this:
What is the main purpose of the Insurrection? It’s a rebellion. An ‘insurrection’ is a rebellion or revolution. So the purpose would be to rebel against the established order, right?
Well, regimes fall every day, I’ve even helped topple a few, and I tend not to weep over that. So why should I spend my precious time protecting the interests of the bureaucrats when I have my own shit to worry about.
I didn’t joins Leonard’s cute little project to fuck around. I joined for a very specific reason with a very specific understanding of how things were going to go down.
Now, for the last 9 months I’ve held up my end of the bargain. I’ve gone on the damn missions, I’ve played (relatively) nice with the guinea pigs (read: haven’t killed anyone yet), I’ve done the training and the Yes, sir’s and the passive-aggression and I’m fucking tired of all the bullshit.
I swear, if Leonard doesn’t give me what he promised, and soon, then I’m gonna leave his ass high and dry. See how smoothly shit goes without me running interference for him.
Besides, I haven’t gathered nearly as much info on everyone’s favorite sociopath (who isn’t Maine, that is) as I would have hoped. I’m starting to think this whole thing has just been a waste of time.
Why couldn’t I just let sleeping bastards lie? Why couldn’t I just be neurotic about the shit that I can actually deal with? Why couldn’t I just be happy with my life and leave past issues in the fucking past?!
...Oh, right, because I’m a dumbass!
On a side-note, Leonard approached me, again, about the possibility of implantation. Evidently, he didn’t hear the tone of finality in my voice the last time we talked about it.
Of course, the more I think about it the more I’m open to the idea. I guess he could tell I was thinking about considering the concept of the idea.
Well, I gotta give him props for good instincts. He’s still an idiot with a fucked up sense of morality and couldn’t hit the broad side of a spaceship with a sniper to save his worthless life, but he does have good instincts.
He even got me to agree to look over the available programs. Sneaky bastard! He comes at me with this right when I’m about the shoot someone out of boredom. Damn his instincts!
Then again, what does my actually considering this crap say about me and my morals?
...
...
...
Yeah, I’m not really comfortable with this line of thinking and all that self-reflection shit so I’m just gonna change the subject again.
I’m seriously considering taking control of the PA system and announcing to the Mother of Invention that York is in love with Carolina. And vice versa, of course.
I swear to anyone in the universe listening, if those two don’t get their asses in gear then they’ll have me to deal with. I know I’m not much to look at but, while they’d have size on their side, but I’ve got rage on mine.
I can’t stand people who beat around the bush. I mean, what do they think they’re doing?! It’s not like we have a lot of time, here, in our line of work.
I mean, if it has to be anyone, then those two make sense, at least. It’s just—in war, there’s just never as much time as you think...
Agent Louisiana has logged off.