Vocal diary of Maj. Hollis Wheeler, formerly of the 29th Infantry Division, Fort Belvoir. 12th of July, 2012, 06:12
I must be brief, for I am to go “on air”, as they say, in less than an hour. I would like to summarize my thoughts on our recent expedition as best as I can, however.
The creatures terrorizing Montreal are dead. A rogue soldier, a former Cheiron Group operative aligned with our primary adversary had been conducting experiments of a horrifying nature on captive vagrants. Things… hybrid between man and monster, screaming, vicious creatures unbound by the limitations of the human form. Slashers made to order from a process straight out of Auschwitz’s darkest laboratories.
My suspicions are confirmed in one sense; Alice is now well and truly following in my footsteps. We… used her. As bait. Bait! My little girl, waiting for the creature to spring on her in its perverted drive to destroy her, and I made her do it. But I had no choice. She made hers.
She’s a soldier now, and I’m proud of her.
Proud of Dr. Foxx as well, she showed real steel in the fight. God above, my ankle hurts! As I was saying, Foxx was determined as always to do what was necessary.
McMinton was not. And I swear, even if putting the knife to that squirming little traitor in the court of the Autumn King hadn’t been our only way out alive, I would have tied a handkerchief around his face myself and put him up against the wall. I’d have pulled the trigger. He couldn’t have, and that makes him weak. He wouldn’t shoulder the weight.
That is a luxury I do not need to allow myself. To win this war we must adhere to our honor and our mercy, but the former outweighs the latter every time. I will kill those who betray our cause. I will hunt down our adversaries wherever they hide. I will obey my orders and rally my troops around the flag to bring victory, final, absolute, victory to our cause.
I will do my duty.