MICHAHEL LOGS

SI: Record files
Type: Private log entry
Codename: Archangel Michahel
June 19, 221 A.N., 0513
The battle in Juneau last week was a defeat, I can’t believe it. Not sure what this means for the rest of the territory, but it doesn’t look good. Those things are gaining ground. Despite all our calculations, estimating all possible scenarios… every simulation, even the most critical ones, resulted in us ensuring a total victory. I screwed up… I’m the goddamn leader of the Saints Initiative, there’s no room for error… I don’t understand how I let this happen…

SI: Record files
Type: Private log entry
Codename: Archangel Michahel
June 22, 221 A.N., 0445
I gotta get back in the suit as soon as possible. I’m needed on the field. We can’t lose Alaska and the last reports are a major concern. Rafael and Gabriella are holding their own, but I need to push us further. We lost a great deal of our Templars and God knows the military will just mess this up. They think they got this under control, but with these so called “Four Horsemen” out on the battlefield, they are just completely out of their league. The only thing that can stop this threat is the Saints Initiative and half of the military’s forces wouldn’t pass the Saints’ entry test. It’s not just anyone who reacts well to the gene engineering or who can get their minds attuned to the Arsenal. Doctors need to hurry up, because I don’t have time to wait around on a hospital bed watching this massacre.

SI: Record files
Type: Private log entry
Codename: Archangel Michahel
June 25, 221 A.N., 0719
I’m negotiating my departure with officials. They’re trying to keep me here, but I don’t care. My responses need immediate recalibrating to the Arsenal. Had my reflexes been sharper, I would’ve turned that machine into dust. I refused the pain meds, it’ll just slow my system down. I’ll fight through the pain like I did when I was a kid. If there is one thing I learned from my father, it’s that you have to get back up and fight. Ball up your fist, get up off your bloody knees and punch that wifebeater right in the face… I wasn’t afraid of him and I’m not afraid of these glorified tin cans either.

SI: Record files
Type: Private log entry
Codename: Archangel Michahel
June 29, 221 A.N., 0802
It took some convincing but I’m back tomorrow. They know they’ll lose more territory without me. I’m meeting with Dr. Kingsley to see what my options are, if they can advance on the next phase of gene alteration or maybe even the biochemical engineering. I know he’ll give me that conservative bullshit, but I will need everything I can get, no matter the cost. Victory comes with sacrifice. It’s easy for people like him to feel like things aren’t a matter of life and death when you’re all safe inside the Dome.

SI: Record files
Type: Private log entry
Codename: Archangel Michahel
August 15, 221 A.N., 1400
The gene boosts are working well. I’m breaking records in training, even if my body is still not fully healed and my mind still a bit scattered. I stay focused on the mission, on the battle ahead. Next time I encounter one of those machines, they are done! I’ll admit I underestimated them. They took me by surprise last time… but no more mistakes… It’s time to make things right.

SI: Record files
Type: Private log entry
Codename: Archangel Michahel
August 24, 221 A.N., 0321
It’s been a month now, the same nightmare every time, but last night was… different. I’m back home fighting with that bastard again. He’s got that old worn-down black hoodie of his and he’s got me pinned down under him. In midst of the struggle, his hood falls off, but it’s not my father. It’s the gold skull of that fuckin’ thing. Ever since I fought codename “Death”, he’s been lurking at the back of my mind, antagonizing me. I wake up in sweats. I keep thinking, I may have been cheated out of dealing with that poor excuse of a father, but that won’t happen with him. It’s my main mission now. I’m putting an end to this. I’m gonna find him out there and tear him apart…