Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]April 18, 818 AS
Seventeenth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Goddamn I'm gettin' real tired of these backstabbers. Frickin' becomin' paranoid 'ere, can't trust anybody anymore.

So I make my way to Barrier Gate, ya'know, have to refuel the ship an' whatnot. Guess who's there? Evelyn!

Man, that was a pleasant surprise... at first. But look who the cat dragged in. That's right, Hale came shortly thereafter. Now I'm a gentleman. Of course I didn't believe a woman like Evelyn would be behind all of this.

But. She. Frickin'. Was.

I was so pissed off right there that I was close to murder everyone in that frickin' room. However, seemed like Hale wanted to talk. Yeah, hahaha, "talk". Ain't he on schedule, eh? Missed only by TWO-FRICKIN'-MONTHS TO TALK!

That son of a bitch! An' then he has the guts to tell me that he wants to "help". Bullshi*. He just wanted to sweet-talk me into turnin' myself in like a moron. Sorry to say Hale, I ain't of ya' Navy-grunts. I know how to use a frickin' spoon to eat my meals an' I CAN THINK BEFORE I ACT!

As for Evelyn, goddamn I was disappointed. I wasn't even angry, just really disappointed. This just motivated me further to burn down 'ole Liberty. This god-forsaken place reeks with cowards.

Cowards an' backstabbers.