Personal Log #2
I have been able to clear my mind a little after the transmission from Temple. We have yet to be lifted off from the Chevron and find out if we really are going to get some “time off”. Right now, I am going to spend a couple of minutes to figure out what am I going to do if I have that break.To be able to stay a viable member of this group, there are answers to questions I need to get. The initial questions, I asked Leech to check into. They are:
- who or what rented the room at the hotel?
- who was Helmut Leer? S-K info?
- who is Raymond A. Temple?
- what is my status in the trix? With my leaving my practice, has anyone picked up on it?
- does Juan have a cousin Lupe?
I feel I need to go back to Boston, especially because since it was Juan that got me involved in all of this. He is a vector, albeit possibly an innocent one.
One of the key elements I have to focus on is that over the next few days, I may have a major bulls-eye on my back. With my ploy dealing with the S-K operatives that came onto the Chevron, I opened myself to S-K. They have my name and what I said. And a possible association with Ares. Then again, they figured out Nikita and Merrick. But of all people, S-K will flag me.
Thing is, a little while, I was giving myself shit for what I did there. But now, in my little stupid ploy, I may have given us some strength. Some power.
I am not babbling. A few threads weaved together over the past little bit. I took a few minutes to reorganize my node, partly to make sure what was available to Temple and his men was minimal, I hit my transcripts on Sun Tzu. See that text gave me some peace and hope.
The key is to stay empty, formless. S-K will not have a handle on what I am doing in all of this. My bringing up the father/daughter thing and a possible lawsuit was lame but again will raise questions. There will be confusion.
But I am feeling total fucked up right now. There are too many variables that I don’t have control of or know about. It is so much simpler in the safety of the courtroom. I’ve opened a can of worms and for all intents and purposes I am alone. I don’t have my team to give me background, analysis and projections. I have to do it all myself. Fuck, I don’t think I am up for it. I need a cigarette! And some Sun Tzu. He always had the answer.
