OK so. We just got done cleaning up a small pile of corpses belonging to a squad of our fellow Proxies. Proxies sent in to arrest Screamer. Proxies sent by our high command. Not Father. The High Command. Now, normally I am completely fine with going along with any plans these assholes may have, but this took things a little bit too far. To... Whichever Highest ordered this, as I really do not have a clue which one of you Illuminati fucks is responsible, do not forget that my loyalties go in this order: Father, Redlight, Team Morningstar, The Highest, Anyone Else. You guys are low on the totem pole. Your people are even lower. Send anymore and you only succeed in ensuring I eat well that night.
Confused loyal readers? Well, I shall explain. I was sitting down at my desk continuing to try and figure out Iblis's Game. Who he REALLY is. Why he is bugging me so. Et cetera. Then some CHARMING Midranking suits with Tranq Guns came waltzing in demanding I bring Screamer out. Now. When men with Tranq guns demand to see one of your best friends, I don't think most people would just do as they say without some insurance in case things go south. So I woke everyone else up and told them to be ready to ambush the motherfuckers in case they try anything stupid. As my more perceptive readers could no doubt tell, they did.
I woke Screamer up, introduced the Goons to Screamer, and watched as things went south nearly instantly. The Good News is, we suffered no casualties. The Bad news is, Screamer is no longer here, and I am stuck both cleaning up the corpses and play Veterinarian to Screamer's pet Pigeons. One of which was trying to fucking KILL me when I tried to get close to the wounded one.
The Goons did not die well. They were caught completely unprepared for our attack, probably out of the arrogant assumption that we would obey orders rather than defend our friend. This my dear employers is why you never send Mooks to do a Minions Job. And no. Having their leader not wear a mask does not make him a minion. It makes him a Mook who can make faces. But an expressive Mook is still, at the end of the day, a Mook. And will make all the same mistakes as any other Mook. No matter how Elite those Mooks were. A Mook is a Mook is a Mook. I know the way these things work.
So, after some long consideration. Weighing Options. Debating with my coworkers. We have decided to Resign from the Organization and return to my previous Freelance style. We have already packed up and are ready to move on with our lives. I have taken the liberty of burning all the official paperwork I was supposed to do this week, as well has leaving the blood stains on the warehouse floor and propping the remains of the Goons in comical positions. We no longer get paid to clean up our messes. Your responsibility now boys.
Now for future plans: First and foremost we shall try to find Nightscream. If that is not possible... Well I still have an up to date list of all Runners in the area. Might as well go on a good old fashioned killing spree. That sounds like fun, right? There is also the Iblis business to attend to, but since I am no longer in the Organization, he probably won't be bothering me anymore, right?