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DATE 30-03-07



Yesterday after purchasing working clothes and tools, I returned to the job site before the day ended at the Teresa staging area and took another quick look around. I waited for the workers to call it a day and followed my mark to wherever it is he would go on Thursday nights. It turns out I was in luck. Apparently, these construction workers were also talented at consuming copious amounts of alcohol. The good news just kept on coming. I know men, especially men with… Continue

DATE 29-03-07



I was listening to the radio after getting waking up at around seven thirty in the Jeep. It was the morning news, and probably the hundredth time I’ve heard the media call this pandemic the “Super Flu” since the beginning of the month. People were really starting to get afraid, and I wondered if maybe the fear was more dangerous than the virus itself. One thing I could say for sure is that it definitely had someone in the White House spooked, otherwise this place I was… Continue

DATE 28-03-07



It was time to get to Saint Teresa. I knew that there was a staging area for persons designated to work on the construction of the complex. The complex was apparently in early stages, considering that my source in the government told me they were pushing for a mid April execution of the operation. The entire project was a preemptive strike at the heightened public disruptions being caused by uninsured civilians within the united states. There were several marches and… Continue

DATE 27-03-07



After the plane landed, we were trapped in the airport for nearly twelve hours as, firstly, medical personnel checked us all over to make sure that there really weren't any sick. Secondly, we were all interviewed by the police. This made me quite uncomfortable as you could imagine. "Mr. Prescott" that, "Mr. Prescott" this, I had to lie my way out of a three hour interview and invent what Canadian Mr Prescott's been up to for the past few weeks. This was a problem if… Continue

DATE 27-03-07



AC591 was a cramped Tango flight. I was wedged between a man who’s clearly had far too great a caloric intake, and a woman who was carrying a new born child. Between the vomit inducing stench of the fat man to my right, and the incessant crying of the infant to my left, I was sure to enjoy this wonderful five hour flight. Yes, five hours. On paper, it seemed far shorter. The ticket said that you'd leave Toronto Pearson at 8:30 am and arrive at 10:20 am at Las Vegas… Continue