April 23

They took me to see the boss today. 

The real boss.

The Director.

Apparently he flew in special just to meet me. Ain’t I the lucky one. His name’s Leonard Church. He’s a tiny, pudgy little pig of a man. But he’s intelligent. He plays the innocent, but you can see it in his eyes. You don’t get to be in his position without stabbing a couple backs.

He thanked me for my “noble sacrifice.” And he finally explained to me exactly what this place is about.

They were set up not long after the Fears began appearing in this universe as a military operation. They would originally scan the internet for accounts of Fear activity and then try to intervene. They also studied inter-dimensional activity, trying to figure out where these creatures were coming from and how to send them back.

After a few years, the Director and his brother came to the organization and, using tissue samples from those touched or controlled by the Fears, set up a machine capable of detecting the presence of the Fears. Then they connected the machine to a super-computer and gave it access to surveillance footage, phone calls, the internet, GP everything. The computer could monitor all of these inputs and detect Fear activity. Then the agents could go intervene.

(Detailed diagrams of the super-computer and facility layout, as well as ABDA procedure and hierarchal structure are detailed on this page and pages following. Items are not to be transcribed. Copies will be sent directly to the Director.)

The director explained why I’m so important. Whatever… power (it sounds like such a silly word but it’s the only one that works…) Whatever power I have, it’s on a level with the Fears. That’s why their computer picked me up.

He apologized for the way everyone’s been treating me. He apologized for keeping me in the dark. He’d like me to participate in actual training with my power (not just throwing me out as Fear-bait) for the next few weeks. When my evaluator thinks I’m ready, they’ll be sending me on a special mission with some of the suits.

They assigned me an evaluator now. His name is Mr. Smith. (I sincerely doubt that’s his real name.) His job is to oversee my training. Make sure the suits don’t get me killed. 

Apparently these tests have been meant to expose me to the Fears. Draw their attention to me. I was right. They wanted me to fight the Fears. Kill as many as I could. And if I died in the process, at least the world would be a little safer.