Agent New Jersey
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Last published Thu, Apr 21, 2016
That kid is insane. The Director asked me to go get him and I thought it was going to be like any other time getting a kid from the school. Except when I got directions, it wasn't a school. Don't get me wrong, he went to school, just, under strict supervision. When I came to get him, he was at a mental hospital, wrapping himself up in a blanket and rolling back and forth on the ground. I'm not sure what's going on with this project anymore. The kids being brought in are getting younger and younger and crazier and crazier. I'm just not sure how long I can keep it up anymore. The missions are just keep getting harder. The training is getting more fierce. I'm done. I'm not dealing with this shit anymore.
-Agent Washington
Log #2154
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