The count of people who know me to be a woman; three now. At least, that I know. If the number is higher, it will be a real problem.

Shilo, Jeremiah, Haruka. Really, the people have such strange names. But that is besides the point. Those three know, and since there isn’t any way to make them forget, I will have to kill them. However, as Shilo and Haruka have sworn not to tell, I’d like not to have to do that.

That boy, _{if you can call him that, ball-less wonder that he is} is the real problem. I am sure by now that someone is out looking for me. Optimistically, I’d like to think that it would be someone from my side. However, that may not be the case, and if an enemy were to find out…

Well.

Surely I will have to get rid of that one. I was not going to, but as he tried to shoot me, I take that as an open wish for death which I shall give to him. Unless, that is, Haruka can talk him out of it. But truly, I doubt that.

I have just come back from the house after dropping the note off in the kitchen area. Miss Haruka is asleep on the couch, and I have brought back some food for her. Though I do believe that the Mike boy will deliver the message, I do not trust him, and would rather do it myself.

I’ve reloaded my gun. Set up the traps. I am ready.

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A neatly written, short note sat on the kitchen table, Jeremiah’s name sprawled out on the top of the page. It read:

Boy,

I have your woman, as I said I would if you did not comply with my demands. Now, she will die, unless you come to retrieve her and pay the price. I do hope you will come as soon as possible, as I happen to be a very impatient man. A few days, at the least. Come alone. Bring anyone along, and her life is automatically forfeited. The same goes for bringing any sort of weapon.

Understand? Good. Ask the boy Mike where we are, and he will tell you where to go.

Good day then.

-General Jena Standings