11th November 2007 10.42am
They've done something to me, I can feel it inside of me. Don't know who it was, but it's causing my insides to ache. I can take a guess though, it's not beyond them to not want me to continue my work, not when I'm currently without a license.
Damn them.
11.02am
An envelope was slipped under my door whilst I was making some coffee. All that was written was "Nanotech virus. Pocket D." I stood silent for a minute or more.
11.34am
I just realised the irony of my last statement.
14.00pm
I'm feeling a little better. I can move without feeling like I'm going to implode. Thankfully, one of the tech-guys I'm still in contact with exposed me to an EMP wave for a few minutes, which should have destroyed enough of the nanobots to ensure I'm fit and well by tonight, as my own bodily defences can do the rest from here.
15.24pm
Even though the sickness is fading, I still feel fatigued. It's like I've not gotten enough sleep lately. I wonder if it's them again.
((Writing this now seeing as I crashed.))
11th November 2007 23.50pm
The sickness is all but gone. The physical one that is. There's still a sickness out there, with the help of justice, I am part of the cure. I have no idea why they would want to stop the cure from being administered, but still, they keep trying.
I surveyed a possible vantage point by the Freedom Corps in Galaxy City this evening. Unfortunately, there was a gathering of more conventional heroes there, which impeded in my study of the area.
Somehow, they managed to track me down again as well. Two of them, undercover. Obviously trying to find out why I was there, so that they had a solid case against me. Well, I was having none of that, so I played the fool, as much as it turned my stomach to act like so many others of the precinct.
I'm sure they took the bait, and will report back that I was mostly harmless. That'll keep them off my scent for a week or so.
I re-read some of Frank's reports today during some downtime. He tells of how he blew up a bar to dispose of some criminals. I think I'd use something less explosive, like tear gas, and just keep the doors locked. Less messy, less illegal.
10th November 2007
Frank Castle never had this much trouble finding, well, trouble. It makes me sick to the stomach to think of who I might have been associating with tonight, and yet, there was nothing I could do about it. Vile, murderous types, that need to stand trial for what they've done, and all I could do was drink coffee.
Beforehand, I went on patrol as usual, the twilight hours, less chance of being spotted by my ex-colleagues at the precinct, and not out so late as to stir suspicion from my landlord. I think she suspects something. I need to get out of here, but I need to find somewhere to go, without her knowing. She's probably spying on me right now.
There were no real threats out on the streets. Some thugs I incapacitated, and delivered to the precinct. Frank's got the right idea, but I draw the line at killing. Makes you not much better than them, so sticking to the tranqs and non-lethal weaponry. I dread the time that's going to come when I need to go one step further, but justice needs to be served.
And all of them milling around, drinking and talking as though crime was a nine-to-five job. Believe me, you never clock-off from crime, and I'll find you. It may be tomorrow, it may be a year from now, but I'll find you.
I was so tempted, but I stuck with the coffee. One day at a time.