Sandoval's Journal: November 10th, 05

by Seven


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Notes from Author:      This is something new for me, so please don't hate it too much. If people like it, I may continue making "Sandoval's Journals"



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This is Agent Ronald Sandoval.

I record this because of what I know, that humanity is facing our greatest challenge in recorded history. Far too sensitive and dangerous for me to put down here unless I am dying or targeted for death. Only the bare minimum will be recorded here... my thoughts, my feelings. What I can't reveal to anyone.

I feel tired. Very tired. It's odd, because my CVI enables me to go without sleep, but right now all I want to do is fall down and sleep. My apartment is dim and cold. So much like my life.

Captain Marquette will have crossed the border by now, leaving Taelon space far behind. I have the dubious satisfaction that now Zo'or can't find her, can't find out what I did to her, can't find out both what she is and what I'm capable of without his consent.

Does he know now? I don't know...

A part of me wishes that it hadn't been necessary to bioengineer her, but another part knows it was necessary. I don't think I'll forget the way she looked at me before, and not just because of the CVI. She hated me then, and will continue to hate me at least until her return. I hope that she doesn't remain that way... that she can stop hating me despite what I did.

Her "death" hit Major Kincaid hard. I felt sorry for him, tried to dissuade him from looking at the android body Vosser constructed. But for some reason, he looked at it. For a moment, he looked like he was going to cry. He's seen the dead before, but never been so shocked by it. I had known that he and Captain Marquette were close, but I hadn't known how much...

Will she miss him? Miss Da'an? Off in alien space, with no one there to recognize as one of her own, only "strangers in a strange land"?

Light outside is waning, but I have no desire to turn on the lights. I'll close this journal entry, with the thought that tomorrow might be brighter.

--FBI Special Agent Ronald Sandoval