Still no word.
We are assembling for a full operation into Outsider territory to try and find them, or find signs of them. I’ve got the two humvees, and the HRT going with a full team of shooters. Myself, Abby, Mallory, James, Hector, Alex and George, Amanda, and Angela. My brother Caleb is going as well. He’ll be riding shotgun with me in the HRT providing cover fire.
Mike told me roughly where he would be parking the Prius, so I’m going to start there, and see what happens. We’ll move on foot if necessary, but I’d really be in the vehicles. They’ve got some armor, and we can move out quickly if we need to.
I am seriously debating driving the HRT straight through the front of that fucking strip club later today. I’m starting to think the lives of the innocents in there are not as important as the lives of my two friends.
I hate thinking that way, but it’s how I feel right now.
Wish us luck Mr. Journal.
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