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not really thought about it before, but now it seems so damn appropriate because of
the past, or should I say the ignoring of it, every damn myth and legend about these
creatures that has been mockingly joked away into some dark and musty corner or
been epitomized on the big screen or in books galore, has now returnedтАФand it is
my fault. That needs to be clear. I accept the responsibility ... every square millimeter
of it. I shall not shirk away from what I have done.
I plan to drop this letter in the ship's mailbox; it's the simplest way to get it off the
ship without anyone knowing. No one checks the outgoing mail, only the incoming.
When you get this and the information in the envelope you will know what to do with
it. You are what I would call the voice of reason, the champion of the righteous, and
all that bullshit. Sorry for the bit of humor, J, but self-indulgence is one of the few
pleasures that I have these days. But that's not actually true. I do have something
else. One thing. It's so bizarre how things work out. I chastised Lieutenant Johnson
for it, but the more I think about it, I think he was right. I wish he was alive so that I
could tell him that. Hell, I wish for a lot of things right now...
I can feel the boat slowing. We must be near the station for departure. I have to go.
The ... men will be restless and anxious to get started. They look to me because I am
their keeper but you know what, J, I think it is the other way around. I think they are
my keeper because they remind me of the morality I am supposed to possess and of
what they have lost. Ironic, if somewhat true, but that is something for another
discussion at another time.
I will admit that I am presumptuous in thinking that you will not let this affair go
without notice if I should not return. You may end up hating me for getting you
involved with the entire ordeal. Please accept my apology in advance if that is the
case, but I have no choice. If you feel that you cannot do this justice, I will
understand. I close with a Godspeed wish for your success when you decide what,
if anything, to do with all of this. As for me, God has gone on hiatus for a while and
left me to play with either the escapees he loosened from hell or creatures that he
created to mock humanity. Either way, it's a rather cruel game, don't you think?
Fair wind and following seas...
Your friend
John Reese
Commander, United States Navy
 Chapter One


Kosovo-The Former Republic of Yugoslavia
One Year Ago
The duty officer massaged his tired face and ran his hands through his
close-cropped hair, then picked up his fifth cup of coffee of the night as he
struggled to stay awake at 0300 in the morning. Captain Block, an Army veteran of
five years, had been in Kosovo for more than ten months. He'd spent the past six
months at Camp Bondsteel, along with four thousand other servicemen and women.
The camp was situated on what had once been farm fields near the town of
Urosevac, in the southern region of Kosovo, and was part of the international
peacekeeping team, also known as Task Force Falcon by the Americans.
Task Force Falcon was responsible for the twenty-three thousand square kilometer
American zone, maintaining peace and keeping the Albanians and Serbians from
killing each other and themselves.. This equated to approximately three hundred and
fifty squad-sized security operations every day.