Jack,
The other day I saw a boy who reminded me of you. In fact, he was probably your age the last time we saw one another; too young to be sent off to the shipping yards. I could still see innocence in his eyes. There may still be hope for the youth if we can succeed.
Mercenaries may soon be the least of your problems. From the information I've managed to gather, this place will no longer be safe for people like us.
There is a tension in the air that worries me. The men are nervous. We need to make a move soon.
Please hurry.
Finch
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
06.09.2054
Jack,
Your men have seen the light of my ethics, I would like to advise you though, don't send anyone else. I cannot guarantee their safety - although I've thoroughly enjoyed being under your watchful eye, I'm done. I cannot seem to convince you that I'm safer when you're not around. Where I am, I'm safe now. There are people here as old as 70! That's been legend as far as I remember.
Thank your friend who found me safe passage here. I appreciate what was done for me.
You won't find me here, I didn't even know this place existed. The warring world doesn't either, apparently. It used to be a prison for exiles from all kinds of government - political radicals, that needed to disappear, dissidents that were feared and people who did favours for the wrong parties. We're all learning self defense, weapons arts, growing our own foods. We cook and clean, sleep and live together, and we're readying for a war of our own.
There's factions in the world that still hold ground, in someways I'll agree - they need to be destroyed, but destroying little communities won't hurt them where we need to, where we need to prevent them from taking control.
But I don't have the answers, and I should sleep. The falcon may take a few days to get to you, I ... lost one of the birds I'd been writing to you with when this one ate it.
Oops.
I hope you are well,
Write soon!
Love
Shayne
Your men have seen the light of my ethics, I would like to advise you though, don't send anyone else. I cannot guarantee their safety - although I've thoroughly enjoyed being under your watchful eye, I'm done. I cannot seem to convince you that I'm safer when you're not around. Where I am, I'm safe now. There are people here as old as 70! That's been legend as far as I remember.
Thank your friend who found me safe passage here. I appreciate what was done for me.
You won't find me here, I didn't even know this place existed. The warring world doesn't either, apparently. It used to be a prison for exiles from all kinds of government - political radicals, that needed to disappear, dissidents that were feared and people who did favours for the wrong parties. We're all learning self defense, weapons arts, growing our own foods. We cook and clean, sleep and live together, and we're readying for a war of our own.
There's factions in the world that still hold ground, in someways I'll agree - they need to be destroyed, but destroying little communities won't hurt them where we need to, where we need to prevent them from taking control.
But I don't have the answers, and I should sleep. The falcon may take a few days to get to you, I ... lost one of the birds I'd been writing to you with when this one ate it.
Oops.
I hope you are well,
Write soon!
Love
Shayne
Monday, May 11, 2009
Two seperate letters
15.08.2054
Finch,
Goddamn fucking mercenaries. One of them winged my arm before I could make it to the bunker, spent 3 days dragging my ass here, sniping off the bastards as they tried to track me. Thanks for the help with my sibling - she's gotten stronger, but she still gets a little lost sometimes. And don't be offended if she pretended not to recognize you; it's been a while and war isn't exactly kind to one's complexion. I might need to book passage soon, so stay there as long as you can; we'll leave this continent together. My affairs here are almost completely taken care of.
Talk to ya soon,
Jack
18.08.2054
Shayne,
I still have the scars on my leg from that stupid bear, thank God you managed to distract him with that shot. The bear was upset and felt threatened; unlike my current enemies, however, she only had her claws and teeth. I'm leaving this place soon. I feel that it's beyond my grasp now; something drastic has to happen to tip the scales of this place into pure chaos. Please be careful; pirates are always a danger on the sea, although I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself. Unfortunately I can't write too much more because there are some merc scouts outside and I'm getting tired with the noise they're making, so I'm gonna go kill them.
Bastards.
With love,
Jack.
Finch,
Goddamn fucking mercenaries. One of them winged my arm before I could make it to the bunker, spent 3 days dragging my ass here, sniping off the bastards as they tried to track me. Thanks for the help with my sibling - she's gotten stronger, but she still gets a little lost sometimes. And don't be offended if she pretended not to recognize you; it's been a while and war isn't exactly kind to one's complexion. I might need to book passage soon, so stay there as long as you can; we'll leave this continent together. My affairs here are almost completely taken care of.
Talk to ya soon,
Jack
18.08.2054
Shayne,
I still have the scars on my leg from that stupid bear, thank God you managed to distract him with that shot. The bear was upset and felt threatened; unlike my current enemies, however, she only had her claws and teeth. I'm leaving this place soon. I feel that it's beyond my grasp now; something drastic has to happen to tip the scales of this place into pure chaos. Please be careful; pirates are always a danger on the sea, although I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself. Unfortunately I can't write too much more because there are some merc scouts outside and I'm getting tired with the noise they're making, so I'm gonna go kill them.
Bastards.
With love,
Jack.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
August 1 2054
That was a fine mess you about got me in Jack. Don't you know how dangerous it is to contact me? To use that name? I came to the coast in an attempt to rid myself of all connections; imagine my surprise at finding your letter the other day clenched in the sweaty palm of my superior. You're lucky for my quick tongue and even faster trigger finger. I've always been a fine liar, although now I can feel suspicion growing in the minds of the other men. You know what will happen if I am found out.
That sister of yours sure has grown since she was a child playing in your yard. I can still see the good in her eyes, though I worry for her. The ocean can be the foulest of places for a female, especially in these times.
I can help you, but from what little intelligence I've gathered, there isn't much time. You must act soon.
Finch
That sister of yours sure has grown since she was a child playing in your yard. I can still see the good in her eyes, though I worry for her. The ocean can be the foulest of places for a female, especially in these times.
I can help you, but from what little intelligence I've gathered, there isn't much time. You must act soon.
Finch
11.08.2054
My greatest apologies coming from the ocean. I was afraid that you would interfere with my life - it's possible I shouldn't have told you where I was going. I needed to let you know that I was here. If there is something wrong with you, with your friends, I can be there before you'd believe I could be. It's kind of how we joked when we were kids that mom was so fast at cleaning it'd make our heads spin.
But I will not help with your political ambitions.
There was something I was thinking about long ago, along with a few someones. The time I was in love, the hurt that stole him from me, the emptiness that comes with life without a purpose. I'm hoping that neither of us find ourselves trapped in a place where we have no purpose.
I don't know what else to say, I'm terribly worried for you, then again - I haven't seen you in action. At least since we killed the bear behind the shed. I thought mom might actually have killed us for doing that. Keep me posted.
With love,
Shayne
But I will not help with your political ambitions.
There was something I was thinking about long ago, along with a few someones. The time I was in love, the hurt that stole him from me, the emptiness that comes with life without a purpose. I'm hoping that neither of us find ourselves trapped in a place where we have no purpose.
I don't know what else to say, I'm terribly worried for you, then again - I haven't seen you in action. At least since we killed the bear behind the shed. I thought mom might actually have killed us for doing that. Keep me posted.
With love,
Shayne
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