The Vigilante Conduct

Prologue

January 12, 3098.

President Fletcher Grey,

The Conduct is back to its old tricks. I trust you understand what I mean, though now they are are doing much worse things. Surely you have noticed all of the missing persons signs being posted. Well, I've got huge news. All of the missing adolescents and young adults have appeared in the Conduct and been introduced to training and experience needed to become soldiers. 

I do believe that in some cases this may be for the better, as a few of these people have come from dangerous and traumatic pasts. However, they have still been stolen from their normal and shoved into a new and dangerous environment. Of course they are being issued to battle as soon as possible, sent to fight dragons and warlocks and such.

I know you understand how awful and stressful this must be. As your loyal servant, I am doing the best I can to escape them from this hell hole.

On another note, there has been much strange activity in the base more recently. Seemingly, there is a magical being nearby that is choosing to affect the buildings and their systems. Broadcasts, monitors and specific cameras no longer work. They are looking into it, and I have persuaded them to let me assist in the search.

A few members of higher learning suspect that it is only the snow and ice, for this year has been colder than the last five years at least combined. I do not agree.

In my opinion, all of the members, warriors, trainees, and soldiers should be searched and tested. There could be a stranger hiding among us. Of course, this could always work in our favor.

Having the magical being single handedly destroy the Vigilantes could be our key out of this mess. Perhaps I could scope them out and demand their assistance. Warlocks, wizards, all of them, never turn down a good bargain.

I request your approval and assistance, Mr President. Without you, none of this could be possible. I am sure that we will make it out of this mess alive and thriving. These are hard times for our nation and our race as human beings, but I'm sure that we are smart enough, strong enough, to make it through and survive. We are the ruling race.

I assure you that I will write with more news as soon as I can.

Forest fortuna adiuvat.