April 7th, 1977
National Security Agency
Maryland
Arthur Wayne
Since the massive leak of information that took place a few weeks ago, everyone in the agency is getting relocated to a new temporary role, until they can rule out suspects and assess the seriousness of the issue. They say everyone will be relocated, but lower ranks are aware this just means getting them out of the way for the time being.
I just hope I don't have to take up any role down in DC. I fucking hate that city.
April 9th, 1977
National Security Agency
Arthur Wayne
Today, I was officially ordered to take over long-range monitoring on a listening post. Not the fanciest of jobs, very lonely, boring, and isolated. I might as well do my job well and hope to be reassigned to a more interesting role soon.
But for now, at least four weeks stuck in a bunker with only military rations, old magazines and a radio to keep me company. Time to kiss the light of day goodbye for a while.
April 17th, 1977
LP Foxtrot Monitoring Report 013
I have been here only four days and I have to say I underestimated how mentally draining this job can be.
After I was dropped off here, the team mentioned that I was going to be locked down for my own security; no one will be able to break in unless I manually deactivate the security system. Not sure what they are so eager to protect, but it helps me sleep knowing I won't wake up with unwanted visitors.
I was also requested to monitor all relevant activity I pick up from the transmissions, and I might as well add a few entries of my own, as I know very well these won't be looked at by anyone, ever again. If you are reading this, kiss my ass.
April 19th, 1977
LP Foxtrot Monitoring Report 015
Today I realized I tend to binge eat when extremely bored, so I am afraid I will run out of the monthly rations within only a few weeks. I have to stop, but what else can I do? All I pick up is static, and the radio does not even work. Am I meant to read the same magazines all over again?
April 20th, 1977
LP Foxtrot Monitoring Report 016
Had a strange incident today. Figured I might as well monitor some low-band frequencies, the kind used in very old and outdated equipment, for a bit of change. Was not expecting to pick anything at all, but even a different sounding static would be exciting at this point.
However, I eventually came across a very strange repeating message. So much static, made it hard to understand the language, but I think it was English. It stopped broadcasting after about an hour, strangely enough, and I only managed to pick up two words: "internal void". The rest was unintelligible, but decided to take records and send them to DC for translation anyways. I hope there is some feedback soon.
April 22th, 1977
LP Foxtrot Monitoring Report 018
I was finally getting used to the routine here when something really odd happened. I woke up with the systems alerting me of an unknown transmission. When I checked, source was also unknown and the signal didn't seem to come from a specific location, but everywhere at once. I started to take records as soon as I got up, thinking it could be a disruptive attempt to collapse the monitors. Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I picked up a few words in English again, more clear this time: "blood runs so still" and something like "god forgot". Again, this eerie transmission suddenly stopped broadcasting after an hour, and the bunker was filled with absolute silence.
I reacted automatically and sent the records back to DC once more.
After that, I just stood there, sitting on the chair, dissociating. Silence was starting to become deafening and it made the hairs at the back of my neck raise. Needless to say that I didn't get any sleep until the next day.
