It looked like an accidental discharge. But I saw it wasn't. I was at the commodity dealer on Toledo when the dealer said to an Order agent: "She's one of them," and a gunshot was heard. Next, all I knew was a blinding darkness, a deafening silence. It was death.
I woke up, in a lab of some kind. I had no idea what was happening, where I was, or even what I was. Whatever had happened, I had to get out of here. I was strapped to a table, yet breaking free seemed easy. I ran to the landing pad, but I realized something. I was some kind of mutant, probably the second stage of whatever experiment had been performed on me. An agent aimed a rocket launcher at me and fired. It should have killed me. But, almost subconsciously, I deflected it. I did not know what had happened. I got into my ship and just as I was about to take off, I say Uncle Carlos running towards me. I let him get into the cargo hold and explained what he was doing here when he was supposed to be on Kurile. But i had no time, and no understanding of how he still recognized me. I took off, speeding to the docking ring. No-one in space seemed to have been told. I checked the cockpit. Something was missing. MY DIARY!!!