Notes to Cindy: The Archives

FUCK! We had a fucking hold up! Damnit! Shit... uh, well, Cody and I went over the goods and bads of changing the mission date tonight. I think the best thing is that I will be able to see Nay in school today, and brief her on the plan, so she can plan around it. It will make things much easier, regardless. It's about six-thirty, now. I may write more later on today, or you may not hear from me until after we reach a safe zone. Whish me luck. Oh yeah, and midnight will be the beginning of my sixth sixteen-day interval. I'm hoping for the best!

K, so briefing Nay wasn't so easy, considering we only saw each other in passing, and Mondays are half-days, meaning a third less chances to talk to her. Also, we've no idea where she's located. It's a quarter-til-eleven, give or take. We're set to commence action at an oppertune moment around twelve-thirty. It's risky- there's no denying it- but I feel it will be worth it, regardless. Well, one can only hope... I'm just trying to kill time before Hell's Hour. I would estimate we have approximately ninety to one-hundred minutes left, I'm truthfully struggling to resist sleep. I imagine Cody to be doing the same, and strongly hope likewise for Natalie. Independence was always one of my strengths. I suppose it derives from recalcitrance. Well, regardless, it's undoubtedly hereditary. Goodbye, hopeless successions of incarceration. Hello, cruel, but tolerable, world. I greet one with distaste and relief, the other with dreams and open arms, only hoping it greets me the same in turn. Hell, has it really come down to this abundance of abnormally intense, yet exhilerating desperation? I suppose that, though the question is all but futile, the answer is incontravertible. Why, yes, of course! Otherwise, I would have surely been asleep, or at least resting, at this very moment! But alas, I am doing neither, ergo I'm thoroughly exhausted. Only adrenalin and a large extremity of incentive keep me from being seduced by abortion.

Third shift is beginning to arrive. This means only and hour is left, before calamity, which will become our blessing. It's a scary thing, this dream supported by three. Everything's been mapped out. There's definitely a good chance we'll get stopped, but we're acting as if we know we won't. Regardless, it must happen tonight, or never at all. Once in a lifetime.... It's almost midnight. I just woke up Cody. He should be getting ready.