I need to remember to write in this journal more often. All of the craziness that has been going on has made me forget my writing. The pure fact that I think about magic now in a concrete manner and have almost gotten used to the fact that monsters are real is a sign of the haze of war. When a soldier stops being horrified by the gore, he's ripe for mental issues after deployment. I need to find a shrink that won't put me away for what actually happens in my life.
Quick break down of the conclusion of the stolen materials incident. We figured out that it got on an Iranian sub and was headed into the Black Sea. I pulled some contacts and got a NATO pickup out of the Libyan war zone. We hooked up with some Turkish personnel, who ignored my nationality in the interest of their U.S. allies. After a really messed up, time dilated, monster combat we waded through a riot and managed to get a boat. Our little tourist boat got us to the Iranian fleet and we managed to get our objective and get out before we got caught. The Turks are pissed since we got it back home and they didn't get to join any clubs.
When my assignment to Utah first became known to my colleagues, the only things that came to mind were winter sports and the crazy religion based out of the area. The religion got more traction than the sports. The Mormons do not have a good reputation in Israel. They desecrate our dead with their rituals.
There really is a crazy cult operating out of Utah, and it isn't the Mormons. It seems that our sun based foe is trying to take over the Mormons, though. He has a pretty significant cult in Utah. After a less than pleasant encounter with one of them torturing the magic giant cat to death. (Turns out that it was a person with some minor magic powers and a few items. I don't see any of us getting naked to turn into a giant cat any time soon.) My companions and I broke into one of their safe houses. Apparently cults have the same shitty security as most religious sites. They won't be making me forget entire days anymore.
In addition to this cult, we've had a little fire giant problem. I think they're tied together, but haven't been able to prove it yet. This fire giant is somehow tied to these "tasks" that Sophie keeps getting assigned to her. He decided that her first week as a full fledged member of the FBI would be a great time to set most of Salt Lake City on fire. It came down to him holding Sophie's husband hostage and setting bombs to go off in the main fire station. I had my hands full getting fire trucks out of the building, so that they wouldn't explode and kill all of the rubber neckers. The others rescued the surviving firemen and doused the fire, while Sophie and the giant duked it out. She managed to pound him down. I got all of the trucks out except one. It exploded half way into the street, with me in it. To say that it stung would be an understatement.
Sophie got called in on the incident and ended up having a chat with her boss. This chat resulted in the entire group getting outed to her boss. I am now also assigned as a liaison to the U.S. government through Sophie. So, it looks like I'm staying here for awhile. As my work at the base winds down, I'm spending more time in Salt Lake City. I guess it's time to house hunt. A nice rental in the Chabad neighborhood will be great. My only other real option for a place of worship involves an odd mix of hippies and liberal doctors.
Now that things have slowed down a little, we decided to do some investigating. We took the tracker collar from one of the mutant creatures we killed and set a trap. We didn't manage to catch anyone important, but we did catch some information. Apparently modern day centaurs are motorcycles. After one heck of a fire fight, we got Ixion's name. I have the not so sneaking suspicion that he's based himself out of Tooele Army Depot and that he's working with mister sunshine. Weird stuff is going in there. It's where the materials used in Israel came from. The security there is unnaturally good. Too many coincidences makes for not really a coincidence.
Now, where is that shrink's number again..?
