I had been planning on moving on an assassination of a high ranking official involved with North Korea’s nuclear program. I have been studying and planning this mission for several weeks now. I suppose it may not be fulfilled now, but perhaps someday soon I can take care of this nuisance for my beloved country. I must also remember to take care of that little shit who got himself into jail while I am in the neighborhood here. I suppose since my “father” (Yes, I will quote that, because I am still not truly certain of his claims. Agreement was just the path of least resistance to executing the mission I must now remember to finish) says I have to save this little shit, I will do what I can to extricate him from jail, vice just killing him, which is the easier method. Anyway, back to the task at hand. I must be as prepared as possible to kill … yeti.

Well, as nearly as I can tell, here is what I am stuck with at the moment. There is a rude, obnoxious, yet quite capable black dude who is into some kind of bullshit voodoo thing. Though I have to admit, he has some impressive talents for being a little voodoo guy with an asshole attitude. At least he keeps quiet, though, unless he has something important to say. On that note, I think it would be wise to listen to what he has to say. Then, there is this huge wrestling motherfucker. Though at least he is polite, and kind. He also seems to be the most informed of us. I imagine it is worth having a conversation with him at some point in the near future to see what else there is to know. I also think it would not be wise to piss him off, or at least if I do, make sure I am well outside of hand to hand range. Lastly, there is this pencil necked, scrawny, “image consultant” whatever the fuck that is. Though he might prove useful in helping to extricate Shithead from jail. I imagine talk is easier than just killing the lot. Also, in retrospect, had I just had us drive the hummer through these people’s yards, instead of traipsing through them, he may have been useful then as well. Ah well, I suppose diplomacy has its place; though if it worked well, I would be out of a job.

I would have spent a far greater amount of time training in hand to hand combat. It strikes me that in this new world I have been introduced to, I may not always get a chance to meticulously plot out the assassination of these new threats. I find hand to hand combat quite crude and leaving far too much evidence for my meticulous mind. Yet I think that hand to hand combat will prove useful when taken by surprise; I have always lived a life where it was not I who was surprised, but the stupid moron whom I was sent to end. To this point, I must admit that I should have spent more time studying with my colleagues in hand to hand combat at the academy.