Journal #1
"Dave," Hal said.
"Let's go."
They left the grave. Snake stares at it often these days. Too much maybe. The next day had him scared. Real scared. We received signals from his nano-machines that, of course, suggested as much.
The way his fear is transformed into precision espionage is amazing. Frightening. Disgusting. Fearless, he laid waist to anything that moved. It's amazing how far bureaucracy will get you. You may get farther than any place you ever imagined, then all of a sudden a roadblock comes out of nowhere. We can watch him lay waist to an entire North Korean squadron in the outskirts of Pongyang but if he wants to drown his sorrows in a six pack of ole English we have to shut the system down. THAT's a breech of constitutional this and that. Whatever. The system works. Systems in play work.
"You're becoming obsessed," Mei Ling said. "That happens."
"Really?"
"All the time. That's why we rotate…"
"I know. I'm not attached."
"Good."
She left. Thank god. I hate working with the suits around. Makes me nervous. As soon as the sign gets printed out, I'm putting it on the door outside.
'SUITS WAIT OUTSIDE.'
Even if they don't read it at least they know what to expect when they come in.