Field Team 42: Paranormal Responders

I don’t know when you’ll be able to read these memoirs, whoever you are. By the time you read them, I could even be dead. That’s one of the reasons I’m writing them, because someone has to know these things. A second reason is that Samuel Moore needs to know what kind of man his father was and the real reason he won’t be seeing his father anymore. A third reason is that writing it will keep me from going crazy while I recover here in this facility, whatever it is and wherever it is. My mind desperately needs something to do while my body heals, which the doctors here tell me will take time, a lot of time.Fortunately, Rachelle taught me how to encrypt files on my laptop so that they look innocuous if Control sees them and how to foil keystroke recorders. Rachelle is a computer genius. I’d call her a savant. She’ll come into the story soon enough. Do I think Control could be spying on my computer activity here, in a hospital bed, on my own laptop? I know they are. However, when Control

I knew it would happen eventually. Today, the main doctor who sees me informed me that I am deemed well enough to be debriefed about what happened in Dust Bowl. I have an appointment tomorrow morning after breakfast to talk about my experiences there. I won’t be walking to the appointment myself, of course. I’ll be wheelchaired in.I’m actually surprised this hasn’t happened a lot sooner. I’ve been conscious and well enough to answer questions for weeks. I mentioned that to the doctor when he was here in the room. He said that they also wanted me to be in a good state of mental and emotional recovery, too, for the debriefing. I can appreciate that.In the meantime, I’ll be debriefing you some more, dear reader, before I slip off to sleep tonight. Last time, I was in the Ford Expedition with Rachelle and was just opening the Dust Bowl, Arizona mission briefing video.The video started with a map of Arizona zooming in on a region northwest of Phoenix, and well off any interstate or highw

Today, I had a different debriefing interviewer, a much more normal seeming person. Although he wasn’t a Mr. Rodgers level of friendliness, he was calm, professional, and not rude, a huge improvement over yesterday’s guy. But, I'm sure you're more interested in reading about the road trip to Arizona than about me right now as a guy recovering in a hospital room, so here goes.When Rachelle returned from the restroom, she acted like nothing weird had happened, as if a physics-defyingly long electrical cord had not emerged from and then disappeared back into her cargo pants, as if we had always planned to get our meals to go. She smiled a lot, cracked jokes, and seemed in good humor like before, but didn't offer any kind of explanation for the odd occurrence or even acknowledge it.I took my cue from her and conversed back with her normally. Once at the vehicle, I got into the driver's seat and she got in the back for her nap as she had planned. I set my food container on the front passe

I received a package today from Mr. X. Inside was a phone, a nice one. Attached to the phone was a Post-It Note that read “Use Me. Text HELLO to 555-4545. I did, of course. There’s been no response yet. It’s been about twenty minutes. I’m going to start my writing to you for today and I’ll keep an eye on this phone. It was about five hours from Hays, Kansas to Denver. It would be about eleven hours from Denver to Flagstaff. I awoke from my slumber after sunrise with the vehicle filled with daylight to the sound of my colleagues discussing various eateries we were passing to select one to stop at for breakfast. I felt somewhat refreshed. At some point as the miles had passed in the darkness, my mind had calmed down enough to have actually restfully deep sleep mentally, although physically I was stiff and sore from the seat of a Ford Expedition not being a proper bed. The food question was settled by the sighting of a billboard advertisement for Waffle House. This lifted everyone’s spi

I’m writing entries more frequently now because I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen with my extraction, when and how it’s going to go down, or if I’ll be able to continue these entries to you afterwards. My commitment to getting the word out there as to what’s going on with Control still stands, and if you’ve stayed with me this far, then I feel like you deserve me to either complete this or get as close as I can. So I promise not to slack from here on out, dear reader.I wasn’t sure what I had expected upon meeting a real mage for the first time as we picked up Jonie in Denver. What I came to quickly realize was that we all have probably met mages in our lives and not known it. They look just like anybody else.As we drove into Denver, we turned off the Interstate into the Capitol Hill area. Capitol Hill is known for its eclectic and artistic vibe. It's a historic neighborhood with a mix of Victorian homes, bohemian shops, and diverse residents. The area's alternative culture