Field Journal Update #857
Happy Independence Day, for the Americans among us. Some drinks, some whoops, some gunshots for fun. Unfortunately most of the day is spent in planning where we’re heading. Probably west, giving the shitstorm that is east right now. Even cutting up through Egypt brings its own troubles, though I believe that would also mean doubling back at this point anyway.
Label news is grim. Professor is not one to cross now. Eyes everyone with suspicion. Good reason, since the label proper was overrun by con men and the false information we’ve been getting all along. This all may be false info as well. The caves, the tests, the skirmishes. What a waste that would be.
I believe that, at least, is true, given the activity around the satellite fax prior to divvying up our resources. One doesn’t usually need armed guards for faxes, let alone a phalanx of ten.
Heading out, camels added. A swap to happen at a half-way point undetermined—just mentioned. Web teams beginning the overhaul allegedly. Let’s begin.
