Where things take a turn for the royally fucked.

I had the best intentions of doing a daily journal entry detailing things that had happened 8 years ago, however getting kidnapped turned my thoughts to the present....

I had just climbed into bed after cleaning up a particularly messy situation that some junior associates had bungled. Three hours of sitting on a crew of scared idiots telling them how best to clean up what was left of 3 of their targets and 1 of their pals out of the floor of a now abandoned hotel room that was used for money laundering can take a lot of a person. If my parents could only see what I was doing with my education now.

I need to make some time to get down to see Father Patrick for confession over a bottle of Powers. It's good having someone you can talk to even if we don't see eye to eye on all the issues that we did 20 years ago. I am glad that he's still there for me.

Things have been.. hectic... since the kidnapping. I find myself forced into a level of forced camaraderie I have not had since the academy.

All in all if I was going to be thrust into multiple life threatening situations in a row, I could do worse than most of these yahoos. Duke and Vi seem solid and professional. Louis seems like he will end up being reliable for grunt work. Wilson is likable but I don't think that his head is in the game. Tallahassee Jones could really stand to shut the fuck up once in a while.

The dreams of the city... I believe that they are images into something else, something that lies underneath the surface of reality as we know it. I would have discounted them if it had just been the lone instance of the dream. It wasn't though. Ekram. That poor son of a bitch that Dale's men killed. That dead guy I had a long conversation with.

I knew right away that it was real. I have always been firmly cemented in the here and now, I am not the guy that sees things that aren't there. I am not sure why it wasn't that hard of a jump to go from being cemented in the real world where I clean up the messes that other people can't or won't, to some sort of... medium? I am not sure, but it feels right. I know things are different.

These dogs, hoof-dogs. Chupacabra? Who the fuck knows. I have a couple of them on ice. Who knows when they might come in handy. Jackie is a good guy, he know's better than to open up those bags and will sit on them til I am ready for them.

I need to learn more about them. They seem to be able to hide in the shadows supernaturally well. Coming up with a better way to detect them may save our lives. I am not convinced that they are just following Wilson. Quite frankly, I don't think that he's the most dangerous of us. There isn't a good reason to single him out unless this is personal. But it doesn't feel like that. I think the dogs are tracking all of those who recently came into our abilities.

I hate to say it, but this whole situation has me more than a little excited. Once again I am getting involved in things bigger than myself. I feel like something inside of me is awakening. Something dangerous. I like it.