Paranoia...or preparation
I can't decide where my enemies lurk. I hate to think that I am turning into such a basketcase. Maybe it's that I am trying to prepare mentally for the rigors and complexities of someday being involved in unconventional warfare and subterfuge and espionage. Maybe I'm a crackpot and I just hate to admit it. Regardless, tonight I had the serious fear that enemies unbeknownst would jump out of the woodwork. It doesn't help that I went to my least favorite club in Greensboro...but it was high time I saw Green Tree Theory play live. They being my friends and all, I came to give full support, which of course, wasn't necessary, since they have numerous fans anyway...though I guess it takes every individual coming out to make it a crowd.
Of course, at every instance, I was turning around, constantly checking my surroundings. It didn't help that there was a particularly untrustworthy guy who was known by the people I was sitting with, but not by me, sitting right behind me. Though we had mutual friends, he didn't bother to introduce himself, which was fine, he looked like a coffee shop hippie. I didn't bother to introduce myself either, because I am too tough for the in-crowd. Then this fellow started reading a strangely titled book which I was sure was just a cover so that he could continue to sit behind me "incognito", preparing to slip the tranquilizer needle into my neck.
Well, he never got that far, like I said, I was at the top of my game checking my surroundings, despite this being my 2nd night in public this week without my traditional back-to-the-wall precautionary tactic.
All this is to say that it has been an extremely crazy night, but at least it's agreed and noted that I am still attracted to blondes, just not, unfortunately, the type of blondes that frequent places like that location I was unfortunate enough to visit this evening. And, I have seen Urban Sophisticates too many times, which is why I did not stay to see them perform. Plus they sound like Cake.
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 03:26

 
I live on both sides of the tracks
Last night was a true test of my merciless wit and skill. I managed to infiltrate one of The Operative's suspected hideouts, a restaurant I should not reveal the true name of, and therefore refer to as the Grilled Macaroni Supreme. I suspect that The Operative knew somehow that I would be coming, because there was an attempt on my life via the route of food poisoning. However, my 6th sense and survivalist tact got me out of what may have been a deadly situation. My associate sweet talked our waiter into revealing some useful information regarding the whereabouts of the owner. I came to conclude that it was a good likelihood that the owner/operator of this particular establishment had ties to our deadliest enemy in Raleigh. A good likelihood is all the justification I need for a good vengeance killing.
After dropping off my associate at our rendevue point, I took care in loading my smuggled SV-99 sniper rifle and then returned to finish business with the restaurant owner, my would-be-killer. A quick silent shot took him down in the late hours just as he was opening his car door, and I disappeared, as usual, leaving no detectable trace of my involvement in this matter. Now The Operative has one less goon to menace our lives.

Greensboro Covert Ops: 1
The Operative: 0
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 16:39

 
A Letter
Dear Esquire,
As I stated in our latest summary meeting, I have reason to believe that the bounty hunter known by the codename of "The Operative" may in fact have a partner in crime acting as a satellite in Greensboro. If our criminal troubles from Raleigh followed us here, then the danger of this situation could be quite lethal. One of my inferiors intercepted a suspicious encrypted message outbound from The Operative's headquarters. The Operative made the attempt to communicate with his fellow hunter by a crude yet effectual form of Old Norse. Whoever the author was made a hasty attempt at it, for I was able with my systematic translation skills and rudimentary knowledge of Icelandic to decode key parts of the letter. A clear statement that "Mustafa is next" bears a particular blight on my soul. I am hoping you will take extreme precautions in your adventures out of the house during the next few days. Sleep with one eye open my brother.

Your partner,
Nate "Edge"
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 17:53

 
My thoughts for today
So I'm testing the water with this new site. Thought it might suffer a bit less scrutiny if Matt and I were allowed reign to bring to weblife our shared, skewed mental view. Hoping to bring to life the invaluable anecdotes, musings, descriptive conspiracy theories, plotted murder attempts, and sketchings of our alternate universe, right into a hopefully concise and digestable format. For the fans that have been looking to see why Matt and Nate really are two halves of a whole grapefruit, now is your chance.
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 01:59