It’s been a scary week for us here in Ohio, Mike’s computer was targeted by a series of coordinated viral attacks that eventually fried his mainframe. While he’s attempting to rebuild, we feel it has become necessary for all of us to disconnect our computers from the internet. Hopefully, this is just us being over cautious, but I’m uploading this from Epic Loot, a game store near my home. We won’t know how massive the damage to Mike’s system was until he manages to get his computer up and running again. He said it could take a couple of days, maybe even a week.
When you add that to what happened to Keith, it gets a little dicey for us all; Keith was run off the road two days ago. He was on his way home from work when a silver sedan started to follow him. When he got to a place where the road widened the car passed him and swerved over clipping the front of his car and forcing him into the ditch. Luckily Keith is an experienced Ohio driver and was able to keep control of his car once it started to skid. He still ended up in a ditch though.
Fortunately for Keith, the entire incident happened maybe fifty feet from a patrol car looking for speeders. The officers chased after the sedan but lost sight of it, whoever it was is apparently a very skilled driver. Keith is fine, a little shook up, but no injuries. We have no idea who was in the car or how it might be connected to us and what’s been going on. For all we know it could have been a random accident, it just feels like more. We just can’t help but feel that it’s all connected.
Add to this the events in JP’s latest letter and I just feel like I may need to look into getting some firearms.
To Stephen Mayne,
I fear we may have angered a great power. I’m sending this from, honestly I don’t know where we are. Two dozen men attacked our hotel, they were well armed, very well trained, and extremely deadly. If Jones hadn’t been returning to his room from a local bar we might not have survived at all. Jones spotted the men arriving on our floor from the lobby. The three story hotel has a large balcony on each floor that overlooks the spacious lobby with it‘s antique fountain.
Jones having spotted the men quickly called our suite and managed to wake us. Christine was the first called and she responded by firing a shotgun through the room door launching two men over the small safety wall and to the lobby below. We told Jones to get the car and bring it around to the back of the hotel. Beth grabbed some climbing gear from her kit and while she got it ready, Christine and I held the door.
I don’t know how many we had managed to kill; maybe six. We were surprised and completely unprepared. When Beth got the rigging set up we prepared to make our escape but not before leaving behind one of Jones devices to cover our retreat. The blast was a lot larger than we anticipated, and Christine’s harness broke when she was still fifteen feet in the air. She landed hard; it doesn’t look like she broke anything, but she’s not doing well.
After escaping we climbed into the car and Jones drove us to safety. At least we thought so, we’ve been harried by these men for the past two days. Everywhere we go they show up and find us. We’ve managed to avoid them for the most part, but I can’t say what will happen if they ever catch us unaware.
We have begun hiding in random locations, we did manage to get Christine to a doctor, it looks promising. Anywhere we can find solace for a few hours. We’ve managed to reach out to Christine’s contacts and should have a way out of the city before to long. Right now, we just don’t know. I’m so exhausted from all the running, we all are. I hope we can find somewhere safe soon.
Your Friend
J.P. Nussbaum
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