Dec 10, 2019
I had finally made it. Convergence. It was time to go home.
Despite the fact that my family was blowing-up my phone, I had cut the cord. I had ghosted them. I was ready to end it all.
Having now come full-circle, I ended the night as it had started: with music. I would orchestrate my own, personal symphony before dozing off to sleep.
And in the morning, I would start where all of this had begun: with Raven.
After, I would deliver a message to the man who gave all of this to me. My mentor.
Donning my Corporation t-shirt, I would leave with my package. My payment. I would be gifting
$REDACTED with something guaranteed to crack his egg:
- An Easton Magnum baseball bat
- A ransom note/Christmas card
- A picture of my birth mother
- A second chance
I would spend my ride to his office in tears, so beautiful was the Coheed and Cambria album I listened to. It was perfect. It fit this situation so well.
Arriving, I proceeded to the front desk:
“Excuse me, could you call
$REDACTED for me?”
“Sure,” said the security guard at the desk, “what is your name?”
“Tell him Joe needs to give him something.”
With a knowing smirk, the man picked up the phone.
“Oh, shoot!” I exclaimed. “I left something in my car. I’ll be right back.”
I placed the package on the desk.
And with that, I was gone. A ghost. (or so I thought)
My weight was lifted. The clouds had passed. I only had one thing left to do:
Picking up my old Android phone, I sent one final email to
$REDACTED from my Corporation email address:
ERROR: ME FOUND - For debug report, please see the security guard at the front desk.
Smirking, I would silently thank The Dave for leaving this account open for me.
I would leave
$REDACTED with just 3 days to complete his mission.
And I… I would rest. For the first time in months.
I would make my way to the closest restaurant, Raising Cane’s. On the way, I would throw my old phone out the car window.
I would eat, then I would leave.
Walking into the restaurant at exactly the same time I was leaving was a former colleague. My handler at the FBI.
We have now come full-circle.
And when it rains, it pours.
data.stats.symptoms [ - determination - confidence - empathy ]
Salute the army of hell’s hounds
Salute the reasons why
My conscience, it wakes me
With fire inside I’ll never get out
I’ll never make my stand
And when I awake
I’m not about to listen to them
For I can’t wait
It’s not about me