Over-estimations

Well, this may have very well been my most grievous miss calculation in quite some time. I feel stupider than when I spent an hour making up a sob story to tell ‘Joseph’ and two hours making shitty little props to go along with it.

I’m going to be blunt, I’ve drugged Duckie.

I cracked a canister of a drug I’d rather not name at the moment and let it fill the room. That one canister could probably do him through the week so I can’t trust the situation to resolve itself any longer; I’m going to have to go remove it myself. Can’t have him vulnerable and advertising himself for that long. I probably shouldn’t have let it go on for as long as I have given the dangerous hit squads that have been out.

I don’t know why I thought Duckie could figure this out. The point was for him to find the canister and get his guard up. He’s been too happy since I told him he’s getting a squad, far too hopeful. I need him guarded and ready for anything.

Oh well. I guess everyone has their limits.
I guess its best I found his now.
Fracture out!

I'll Take You to the Coffee Shop~

But first some notes on the experiment at hand. I have to say I am quite impressed with Subject 926’s ability to make sure his marks go down and never get up. I say a lot of nasty things about the kid but that dick is a natural killing machine. Even I grimaced at what he did to that woman with the net and I’ve done some right terrible things. I suppose we have Ralph to thank for Duckie’s incredible efficiency, at least in part anyways.

But that dead, dopy, douche bag is also the cause of what is troubling Duckie now. Apparently 926 was never taught the merits of self control which, thinking about it now, really explains a lot of his problems. Control is mandatory in most higher functioning tasks. He’ll be a much more valuable asset and far less of a liability if he can just work past this.

I issued another command and tried to talk him through it but at the end of the day it’s all on him.

Title topic time! While Duckie was off on one of his three hour naps, I slipped off to the Café to pay ‘Joseph’ a visit. It was far more pleasant than I thought it would be but that had a lot more to do with his squad not being around than the man himself. I congratulated him and then we talked. Tricks were shown off, tables were carved, muscles were flexed, cake and coffee was consumed, threats were thrown around, lies were told, assets were shared, and favors were owed. I was all quite standard really.

I certainly wouldn’t say I gained an ally after the sorted affair, but I do believe I gained a contact.
At the end of the day, I tend to find a contact far more useful anyways.

Now if you would excuse me, a car seems to have just broken through our motel door.
Fracture out!

In Memory of Ralph

So Subject 926 passed.

We did it. We really did it. I would like to take this moment to thank Ralph, the man who was overseeing Duckie’s progress before me. I would like to thank him for failing at his job as hard as he did for if he hadn’t this victory would not have been possible. Thank you Ralph, may the shallow grave I left you in be violated often by all manner of horrible thing. Seriously Ralph, you sucked.

As an added bonus, I also got to try out overseer protocol 13A on Subject 926’s laptop. That was a lot of fun. I really got to lay into Duckie for the first time without having to worry about his constant love taps. I mean, it obviously didn’t work out for me in the end.  Poke the bear too hard and he’ll maul you,… or in my case break your left third rib. God fucking damn it that hurt. He didn’t even pierce the skin, just broke the rib. I had to cut into myself to set the bone. It was worth it though, more in principle than anything else though.

While we’re on sour notes, I noticed we have a new finger in the pot. I’m trying to play this one a little cooler than I did with Executor. They call him “Joseph” and he seems to be… well to be perfectly honest I have no idea what he’s after. Best guess, he’s legitimately trying to help Subject 926 which I couldn’t even began to understand. I could see it coming from Ember but not from “Joseph”. Doesn’t really matter though, the problem seems to have fixed itself with “Joseph”'s new promotion. I’m sure he’ll be far too busy to really make a difference now. I might stop by and congratulate him in person just to really rub it in his face. That would be the proper thing to do.

Rambling.
Fracture out!