Great American Dream...

I've threatened to destroy the package if Russians refuse to grant us leave, and my superiors are pissed with me. I'm supposed to deliver it to Washington, and I assume the Pentagon plans to use it as a bargaining chip to end the invasion of America--for now, I'm using it to save our lives, and I could give a shit what the White House has to say about it.

I've already told them that I'm keeping the package in my care until the higher-ups agree to leave my brother out of this. Apparently, they're aware that I've smuggled him out of the country and I'm already being called a traitor, probably rightfully. The only reason I haven't been court-martialed and hanged yet is because everyone on this base depends upon my guidance. Sonya's refused to do what a proper second should, and she won't take over my leadership of the mission. I'm fairly sure that when this is over, Sonya will be court-martialed as well for encouraging this.

We are so spent in forces that apparently, there is no backup to take over Atlanta, but that's fine because it strengthens my position. I've spoken to the General personally. He wants my head on a platter, but he knows I've got him by the balls, now.

So, yes, things are very tense at the moment. DO NOT tell Max how deep I'm in it--if he finds out the cost of what I've done for him, we all know he'll act like a complete, reckless git.

This is also filtered from Brook. She knows things are serious, but she doesn't know how bad it really is. I don't need her to worry--I'm not sure how far I've been succeeding, really, but I want her to remain oblivious. How long do you think I have before she finds out about the package? ;P

Thea, how's Caddi? Did he get his brother back? Are they coping? And how did you get out of Brazil? Or are you still there? I don't like what I'm hearing down there...

Fuck it. Filter has been removed. This post is still encrypted.

I went to Brook's as requested in her letter, and I brought her a care package. That was my plan, you see? Go, talk, ensure her safety, run away screaming. That was it, I swear to all that's holy there was no foul play, here!

So explain to me please why she is resting in the next room, bedridden for a month in MY base, with ME, and everyone suddenly believes it's MY BABY? Argh! And Sonya (my second in command) is convinced this is my fault, which it is, and now I'm left to deal with it! I don't have time to be a father! If you really want to know, I'm a freaking virgin! There, I said it, Max! Happy now?! How can I be a deadbeat dad when I've never had sex?! This ISN'T FAIR!!

Okay, calming down...

Dorothea, your sister is... okay, she has her charms. But I can't keep her. It's too dangerous here! We're in the middle of a war, damnit! I promised I'd keep her around and protect her, but we need to think of something, because I refuse to be responsible if she winds up dead because she went into labor, because... well, maybe the shooting and the car chases stressed her out, but... even if it IS my fault, we need to think of something! Tell me you have some magical place somewhere I can cart Brook to and make this all go away! Better yet, Tristan, send me a freaking crate of beer, so I won't even feel the bullets when the Russians find us and it all goes down a nice, sunshiney road to hell!

We're going to have to move out in the next week because the Russians are closing in and we have NO firepower left to defend ourselves! Not one bullet, man! How can we expect to move Brook if she's bedridden? And where the hell are we going to go? How am I supposed to defend this country if I have no way of doing so, not to mention all these people in my care now, looking to me for survival? Fudging-Freaking--F*cking Russians! I swear, I'll--

Yes, I'm pretty angry right now. I just received the official order to surrender Atlanta and the package and retreat. Like fucking hell! I am NOT giving up Georgia! I don't care of the entire US falls apart around us, I don't care if the President himself discharges me from the service, the bowels of hell will be an ice skating rink before I let these Commie bastards get their hands on my home!

That said, Brook agrees. We are NOT leaving this state. We might be dead before May, but we are NOT going to surrender! Nevermind, Dorothea. I'll protect her somehow, but someone has to stay! I won't let this happen, I'll be long dead before this state becomes Russian territory!


Five Minutes Later

Feeling better. Needed to rant. I don't want Brook to know how serious this is, because her condition can't allow stress. But I have to think of something soon. I can't allow her to get involved in the fighting, and I need to be out there on the field. As I said. I will not surrender, orders be damned!

/determined,
Tom.