This day we nearly breached the threshold of failure. We were not incompetent. We were not unprepared, or disorganized. But one man, just one man, put us to a screeching halt when he found out we were going to kill a woman. I will not trade success for morals. I left such childish beliefs behind me long ago. I will wait, and watch to see if Jack’s little game poses a problem. If at any time he costs us our mission, I swear on my dead mother’s corpse he’s done with us. Whether or I pump his face full of lead is up to him, but I digress.
There was no unexpected interference in this particular mission, however ‘Wuxing’ has once again popped up on my radar. I must remain cautious and observant.
This has been a log from Arthur J. Sullivan.