Log #1
Date: 06/19
I dont know why I have to write this, but hello.
My name is Caine Whitacre. I'm a recent hire to the OCAES, or the Ottsmon Corporation Anomoly Extraction Squadron. I'm technically supposed to just be 'Private Whitacre', but some of the lovely folks around me have given me the codename 'Snowball'. Fuckers.
Anyways, I was given this random journal looking book by my commander, Mr. Ray Locke. 'This is for the worst case scenario', he said, 'If something happens to you, everything you wrote down is all that's left of you.'
Honestly, I dont have any other next of kin to write to. Never really found a woman who could keep up with me. Dont really have any parents to see me off to God either. Hope you're doing well, Mom and Dad. Miss you guys every day.
But, hey. My Commander says, I do. Ill be writing this to get my thoguhts out of my head. Might help out a lot in this field. If I think too much, I'll miss all my shots. Just hope I can get all them out in time before my first extraction mission. Still get tense just thinking about it.
Well, here's to new adventures ahead. Hope that I don't die tomorrow. That's the only thing you can pray for in this line of work.
- Caine.
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