New York

Saturday, 10th May 2050

We reached new york yesterday in the afternoon, traffic was garbage, but we're not planning to stay here anyway. Marcel, my good friend from military times has a business here in New York "import\export" he always says. but in the backroom, he takes care of good friends, like me.

He really got us new Names. My name is James Gregory and my wife is Michaela Gregory. I guess in this Journal I'll keep on calling my wife Sandra though. As this is the name I'v been saying for the past eight years.

I'm also going to go to the bank today as new names are not cheap, a new house isn't cheap either so I'm guessing that all my savings will be gone in a flash.

"It's safer if I don't know where you are going!! It's also safer I don't know what your new name is and further more you should stop writing this Journal of yours!" These were Marcels last words when I saw him earlier for the Passport. I don't know if ever I'll see him again ... I hope I will, I hope all this madness will end one day and we can just go on with our lives.

I'm planning to move us North and find a quite little town. Try to find a job as a salesman in a little store. Or maybe Sandra will take over for a change. We'll see ... First I gotta go to the bank!

I just pray the money is still there.

Sandras birthday

Friday, 9th May 2050

Today is Sandras birthday. It's not the most pleasant birthday, but she understands. I don't know yet when I'll give her the ring, the plan was, that we'd sit in a beautiful expensive restaurant... enjoying our dinner and I'd give her the ring, but now, it seems that this restaurant will have to be a diner on the highway.

I got off the phone today with Marcel, a good old military-friend of mine, he mentioned that he could get us out of this mess, get us new identities, new lives, a new house in a new town. Wow, I wonder how that would be. I wonder if that is really going to be any help. 3 hours till new york and tomorrow we should already be getting our new names if everything goes as planned. We'll see by then.

But now, I'll go ahead and surprise my wife with her birthday present. I hope she likes it.

Turn back time

Thursday, 8th May 2050

My wife is not a stupid soul, she grasps things quickly without the famous question "what do you mean?" She knew what i was, she knew who i am. She knew it all along.

Yesterday I sat down with her and tried to explain myself... When halfway through she interrupted me and said "do you really believe i was upset with you for leaving late at night? No Sam! All i was, was being worried!" She understood, she didn't hate me she is still by my side. Even while we're on the run.

We left town eastbound on the way to New York City. All because Charles was murdered yesterday, i don't know who did it. But all i do know, is that we had to leave town. Hoping my past wouldn't catch up with us, hoping that it wasn't too late, to leave all of this behind.

We should reach manhatten in the next twelve hours. But until then this cheap motel here has to do the trick for our resting spot. I just hope no one found out about the bank account I opened with my grandfathers name. All my savings are there... $2.6 mio. And here i am about to break that very last secret to my wife. Hoping she won't freak.

Tony was dead shortly after the vet treated him, he said over the phone that there was nothing he could have done for him... Damn feds... I'm just glad the person that matters most to me is fine and is here next to me, sleeping.

We're on the run, we just don't know from who. And tomorrow is Sandras birthday. At least i didn't forget the ring...

Critical condition

Monday, 5th May 2050

Tony got shot last night, i don't really know what happened. It all went so quick.

When we went to get Steve, he wasn't at home, even worst was, that his entire apartment was empty! Nothing! No furiture, no carpets, no curtains, not even a damn kitchen! The entire place was whiped clean! Luckily his landlord saw us come in - she's seen us a couple of times with Steve - so she let us know that he left with a group of people dressed in black. She mumbled something about the train station.

Usually Tony and I first try to find out whether someone really is a snitch. We basically dislocate their sholders, break some fingers, maybe even shoot them in the leg until they either still deny - at which point we usually give in and let 'em go or - or we take care of business by shooting them in the face.

Steve as i mentioned before wasn't around to test, so we had to find him! As we got to the trainstation, we quickly realized that setups aren't only done by the family but also by the feds, apperently they knew someone was after them, i just hope they don't have records of who.

We got into a shootout at the station, alot of innocent lives were lost just because damn Steve couldn't shut the hell up! As we were hunting him down, one of the cops must have hit Tony in the chest. Steve was long terminated by that time, but i needed to get Tony out of there, quickly!

I eventually managed to pull him out of the firefight but as we got out, i left a trial of dead cops all over the place. I always thought it was cheezy how the hero in a movie would be able to take an entire kingdom out whithout a harm... Now i know it's not cheezy, just fucking lucky!

I managed to bring Tony to our vet - thats what we call our doc since he was a vet before he started working for Charles - Tony however is in critical condition and i have no news as of yet... Damn! I hope he's gonna be alright!

There are alot of dead people downtown... There is alot of explaining to do... I just wish it wasn't me who'd have to explain everything!

On the news, they call me a cop killer... I just hope they don't know who i am. I just hope i'm gonna get out of this mess... Alive!

Seriously?

Sunday, 4th May 2050

Holy mother of a COW! So earlier this morning at 3 am I went for that briefing in the park with Tony. We met Charles in one of those Huts by the lake, kind of a creepy place at three in the morning, even when you're holding on to your gun like your life depends on it - literally.

It turns out, Steve is a snitch for the feds and the job in the Valley was to keep Steve away from us! Damnit! We just had a drink with this guy and now we need to take him out? I spent the past five years working alongside Steve; if that is even his real name, I'm wondering when it was that he became a snitch? How much do the feds know about me, about my life!? I need to get out of this business - somehow!

Tonight Tony and I are going to pay Steve a visit, hopefully he won't be with any of those college students he was bragging about a couple of hours ago. If that story is even true. Wow, I just realized that I spent the past five years working with someone who might never have been the guy he ever claimed to be. All the excessive drinking, his college students, the brutal murders the car stealings and the beat ups of people who got in our way! And further more I just realized, that he never actually carried any of this out himself, he always had me or Tony on his side to do this stuff for him! But maybe It's my paranoia talking now!

I wonder what he gets out of this? Except for the lead we're going to pump into him later - can't be money, he earns enough to have bought himself that apartment on Rosewood Boulevard. Ever since I know Steve though he's been crazy - maybe it's for the rush - I don't know, it's not clever thinking of all this right now I haven't had any sleep yet and it's 8 in the morning. I should get some rest.

Damnit Steve! Why? You're such a fool!

Hanging with the Guys

Saturday, 3rd May 2050

Tonight I went for a drink with Tony and Steve. It quickly turned out to be more than just one drink, but I'm still capable of writing this, so ... I guess I'm still okay to drive to the park later for the briefing of tonights job in the valley.

Anyway, for some reason Steve couldn't stop bragging about how he had two chicks last night and how both of them were drunk. I'm may use my P30 to hunt my targets down, or drown them with the huge rock on their feet; but that's business, I don't take advantage of sweet 17 year old college students after a party. After all, I'm married.

I still don't know how I'll explain to my wife later that I'll have to stay out tonight, but I'm sure she'll understand - hopefully - if not, there goes another argument on another Saturday night. I wonder what she'll say when I give her that $12.000 ring on her birthday though. I mean, it's nights like these that I make most of the money.

I've been working for Charles now for a little under 7 years, in this god forsaken city... . Before I got here 7 years ago, they kept saying "Westington City, you'll find something quick!" I did find 'something', it just wasn't really that something I was looking for. Pay however is good, especially on these extra jobs. I just don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep this up. How much longer can I keep lying to my wife.

As far as I know it's going to be Tony and myself on the job tonight. Something about protection money from some Pub down on Kensington Street. I'll see later... but honestly? Who meets up in a park at 3 in the morning? I better take my gun with me. You may never know.