Hi. This is Elena Galistina. My friend Alex is a little too drunk to type right now. He insists that I post an update to this blog. It's the only way I could get my computer away from him. OK yeah I could have taken it by force but he's in really bad shape and I'm trying to keep him calm.
It's really hard to understand him right now. He seems to be rambling on and on about people turning into zombies. I think that Infinitae let him go. Apparently he's been drinking all day.
I received a call around 8 from our surveillance team. Alex had been seen at various places, but we intercepted some calls about a disturbance. Since I haven't been relocated, we knew that any contact with local authorities could compromise my position. I find this incredibly hard to believe, but apparently Alex has been fighting with patrons, trying to get them to believe that their lives are in danger. He's also gotten himself incredibly drunk, more than I've ever seen him before.
I'm trying to elicit some kind of explanation from him. I'm trying to understand what has been going thru his head these last couple weeks. I know that I haven't been there for him, and revealing my true identity has been hard for him. I've never seen him go off the deep end like this. When he previous company folded, he seemed to take it much better. Maybe that was because he had some warning, and he could mentally prepared for it. OK, he's whining about something now that he wants me to put in here:
"Ellie. You don't know what it's like being me. I'm just a fuck up. I've never done anything worthwhile in my life. I'll never measure up to you. You're so great blah blah blah and I'm trying to be the kind of person you would like."
I'm trying to explain to him that he doesn't need to prove anything to me. He sees me as some super killer or something. Well, maybe I am, but I'm certainly not looking for someone like that.
"Alex," I tell him. "I like you for you are. You don't have to change into James Bond and save the world. If you think that, then you don't know me at all. I just want someone I can talk to, and to be with, and to share my life."
He seems to be getting upset. I can't understand half of what he's saying. It's pretty incoherent. Oh wait, I think he's talking about that weirdo Carrie now.
"She was really mad today," he says, although I'm cleaning up the words so you can understand them. "I came in really late, around 12, but she was still there. She was in there with some execs, and there was some yelling involved. After a while she stormed out, her face completely red. I expected her to explode right there. She didn't even look at me. I just returned my laptop and my badge and a couple of other things and hit the bars."
He keeps trying to grab me but he is foul right now. I know I'm responsible for a lot of this. I broke up with him in a painful way, I didn't investigate his claims, and even before we split, I knew I had done some things to distance us. But he's not coming near me in this state. Maybe if I had as much as he's had...but I need to stay alert in case something comes up. It's only been a few days since the last attack.
He's telling me more about Carrie.
"She has a backup system that can still access inside Infinitae," he tells me. "She's up to something. She called me today, a couple hours ago. I couldn't hear much in the bar, but she said something about showing them. She thinks the plotters are out to get us. She says that we're on the hit list. She's afraid they're going to try to kill us. She's talking about hitting them where they hurt. I think she's cracked."
I question him a little more about this. He insists that Carrie knows everything about the plot. I hesitate in going back to questioning her. She gives me the creeps, and I've been around a lot of creepy people in my time. That hovel she lives in is beyond disgusting, I am so sorry Alex chose to spend any time there. You may be wondering why an assassin like myself doesn't just kill her after what she did with Alex. I think if that's the case then you don't understand me at all. I'm not a killer or a murderer. If someone hasn't committed a crime or aided and abetted criminal activity, I won't touch them. And I'm not talking about jaywalkers. I'm talking about crimes against humanity like terrorism or genocide. I have no problem killing people like that.
Even with those people, nothing is black and white. They have families and loved ones, children and grandparents. I just can't bring myself to kill anymore, unless it's to protect someone from dying. In my youthful exuberance, I slaughtered anyone they gave me an address to. If I never killed again, I think that would be the best world for me.
Alex is telling me to stop writing about myself. Hey what can I say? I've got my own blog that he almost never looks at. Yes, Alex, sometimes I put secret messages in it. He seems to be happy about that. He want you to know that he thinks I'm the coolest person in the world. Sorry, "kewl"est person in the world. I need to push him away. I think he hasn't showered in a couple days. His beard looks a little unshaven. His hair is all mess up too, and his shirt is covered with stains, probably from the bar fight he got into. See what he's become without me? Ok, he's still a little cute when he's dumb drunk. Only a little.
He wants to know what my plan is. Well, I only have about ten more days to wrap things up, and I'm on a plane back to China to train for my new assignment. I'll be going back to the world I hate. No, not China. I love that country. I love everything about it. The people, the food, the countryside, the history. You people in America have some great stuff, but we have history that dates back thousands of years. We have cultures and traditions from the dawn of time. I hope to take Alex back there some day. I think I've blown this chance I've been given, and I'll be going back to infiltrate some terrorist hive in some dirty shithole country.
Alex wants the laptop back to make his own post. I'll take it away if he tries to post gibberish again. See ya!
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