11:45 am
Several of you keep inquiring about a clue to the identity of Echo and one of the requests came from someone I don’t want to disappoint so here you go, Echo was James Morris. Happy hunting, or fishing as is the case.
I have received interview requests from every media outlet in the country and several across the world so as a compromise and so I don’t have to keep “borrowing” servers to handle the additional traffic and requests, I will answer some direct questions asked that I have not addressed so far. The first question I will answer is “was there a specific event that made you what you are?” Yes. I’ve told you the rage has always been there and then one day everything that mattered to me in my life was torn away from me in the most violent way imaginable by some fucker driving like an asshole. If I can save one of you from that pain, then this project is a success. That’s all I can say on the subject.
On to Foxtrot. Unfortunately for the world, Foxtrot has reproduced so there is a chance the dick gene has been passed down, but it also means a surgical strike again. Besides, Mrs. Foxtrot is actually a, wait for it, fox. She definitely inherited the hotness gene but obviously not the picking a decent mate gene. We’ll try to keep the collateral damage to a minimum, try. Consequences. Foxtrot has one son, 10 years old, he works a mid level white collar job, the fox works at a local spa and they don’t have any pets. I’m sure my PETA guy, Kevin, will be happy. After they received Charlie’s generous donation, they gave me a guy, Kevin. He makes sure no animals are harmed in the making of this project. I feel like a rock star, I have a guy.
Foxtrot runs his life like he steals parking spaces, fast and loose. He holds two mortgages on the house, both cars are financed, no savings, and a pretty obvious online gambling problem. One little breath of a breeze and his little house of cards is coming down. Forecast calls for hurricane Simon to strike.
I composed an email to Foxtrot and attached a lovely shot of his son with a sniper scope outline and a subject line: Consequences. Usually I like to let them respond and play off of their anger, the rage always like a little company, but a hurricane isn’t gentle. Text: “You stole something from me, I stole something from you. Tell me what you stole and I will call it even.” I had his car repossessed. That was pretty decent but I’ve been through a hurricane and when I say they aren’t gentle, remember Bravo’s lost bird, I left the bird in Foxtrot’s car. Let’s see what they do when they find that. I will hold on to that poker chip for a later time.