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Jack Taylor's audio logs
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"After crossing the border into Crimson Alliance territory, we all noticed a change in the air. Even through the filters in our bio-armor we could smell it, the harsh ordor of oil, burnt oil. It wasn't strong, thankfully the filters kept most of the stench from invading my helmet, but it was till there. I believe the closer we get to the central hub of the Crimson Alliance, the more pervading that odor will get. nother thing that struck me as we walked was the lack of drones. We saw not a thing since our attack at the border way station. That too, would likely change the deeper we moved into their territory.
So wwe made camp early, finding a burnt out husk and setting uo camp. Taz took the first watch and Amanda and Brian were soon asleep. Today had been exhausting, and we would likey not get much rest in the near future.
That meant, of course, that I could not sleep. I fell into a fitful sleep that was haunted my nightmares of the Citadel. Apparently not as forgotten as I would like. So i quietly sat up against the ruined wall and saw something I was not expecting.
Taz was standing watch, but he had taken the helmet of his bio-armor off. In the sickly glow of the night sky I could see his face, a pale orange color covered in yellow scabs. Amanda had told me Taz had been infected when the Brotherhood found him....but one is never fully prepared when thy see an infected, especially since I have never seen Taz without his helmet. Hopefully the Brotherhood scientists can find the cure for him.
He wa staring off intent on the horizon, his eyes glowing like the orbs of a cat sneaking in the shadows, his rifle in hand. He was mumbling something under his breath, what sounded like a prayer of some sort. I bet his story is an intersting one. I will have to ask him about it someday.
If we all make it out of this thing alive that is..."
