CLASSIFIED. TOP SECRET CLEARANCE REQUIRED.
I suspect our time here at Station Alpha is limited. Our few vegetables - bagged lettuce and a pair of tomatoes - are beginning to turn, and by the time the night’s out our strategic rum reserve will run dry, as well as our stocks of American beer. Eggs we’re still good on, but ham is running low. I also managed to secret two slices of bread - wheat - from the communal stocks this morning.
I’ve arranged for a major resupply tomorrow - calculated to be enough to carry us through the end of the mission, but lacking in beverage stores.
The landlord has begun asking questions. It will be curious to see how this shakes out tomorrow - an important day for the work.
Plans for today came into focus when the call came to communicate with our Irish forces up north. I took the back way there to ensure I wasn’t tailed - through Omega and Windfall before hitting Kokomo and then passing by the boys at Grissom.
Once at our agreed rendezvous point, I found the area largely deserted and the doors locked shut. I did a circuit for reconnaissance purposes - recon photos attached. I spoke with no one and drew no attention to myself; I didn’t even try a door knob. Notices announcing closures were on many of the doors.
Fearing the no-show was a cover for an incursion into Station Alpha, I initiated a burn back to the stations after completing the circuit. The drive was largely desolate and befitting these apocalyptic times.
Agent Hulu briefly came through today, and I was also able to help coordinate a few things with Agent Purple on the homefront.
The evening is concluded with a review of transmissions from Oregon at our base in Gravity Falls.
Agent Silk signing off.
ATTACHED RECON PHOTOGRAPHS
