The year is 1994. The setting is [redacted], America's Heartland. The United States National Guard has dispatched a team of four Active Guard Reservists to recon a disturbance at a local fast food restaurant. All forms of communication relying on the transmission of electromagnetic signals directed at or passing through the area in question are being disrupted: the handful of cellular telephones in operation in the area cannot be reached. Landlines are faring no better. Televisions and radios within a ten block radius are recieving only static. Communications from the fringe surrounding this EM blackout suggest that something unprecedented has come to call on the citizens of Main Street, USA: unprecedented, and malevolent.
The following transcript and accompanying photographs have come to me at great cost. The mission described by these artifacts of a simpler, more peaceful time contains incontrovertible proof that the United States Government, and very likely those of many other nations, has been aware of and actively tried to conceal the existence of alien life from the public. The contents are extremely graphic, but are presented here unedited to let the record stand unaltered.
Press on, fellow denizen of the Earth, and discover the Truth.
TRANSCRIPT OF OPERATION "SACRED NIGHT"
DATE: [redacted]-[redacted]-94; TIME STAMP: 19:37
PERSONNEL: PV2. [redacted], PV2. [redacted], PV2. [redacted], PVC. [redacted], CPL. [redacted]
![OperationSacredNight_zps3e6503fc.jpg]()
PV2: Man, [redacted], you ever fly in one of these things? This is the raddest deploy ever.
CPL. [redacted]: Stow the chatter, Private. Gentlemen, you have been briefed, you have your orders, and I am only too sure you've seen the whole lot of nothin' the local news has been reporting about this mess. Now I hate to admit it, boys, but Uncle Sam has about as much idea of what's going on out there on the streets of [redacted] as lovely Miss [redacted] on Channel [redacted]. Radio communications are dead. You may encounter emergency personnel and a whole lot of scared, confused civilians. Due to the comms blackout, you will be weapons free the moment we touch down, but I urge you to exercise caution and restraint before you make the choice to open fire. That said, if you feel the need to defend yourself, or have the opportunity to neutralize whatever it may be that is causing all this, you are authorized to do so with prejudice. Any questions?
SQUAD: Sir, no sir!
CPL. [redacted]: Good! Watch your asses out there. We will be here for pick up in two hours, or when you reestablish radio contact. You are all equipped with flares should you be unable to reach the rendezvous in time for pick up; if we see red smoke, we will wait for you for one hour. Good luck gentlemen.
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PV2 [redacted]: Testing, testing, one, two.... Hey, [redacted], how the hell are we supposed to know if the little recorder thingy is going?
PFC [redacted]: Hell, I don't know. Is the little CD spinning?
PV2 [redacted]: I can't tell.
PFC [redacted]: Just shut up and keep your eyes peeled.
PV2 [redacted]: Yes sir, Private First Class [redacted], sir.
PFC [redacted]: If that thing's recording, you're gonna get written up for insubordination, idiot.
PV2 [redacted]: ... Shit.
PV2 [redacted]: Man, it's quiet. Anybody hear any traffic at all?
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
PFC [redacted]: Where?
PV2 [redacted]: Over there by the Burger Belle.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh, man, you think they left any Belle Burgers sittin' under the lamps?
PFC [redacted]: Goddammit, [redacted], will you straighten up! We're on tape for this one.
PV2 [redacted]: I can't help it, man, I'm starving.
PFC [redacted]: You're gonna be on PK duty for a month.
PV2 [redacted]: Squad Leader, I, uh... I think I found something.
![LZ_zps2b096371.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: What is it, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Well, more like stepped in it, really. Not sure, sir, it's... uh, green.
PV2 [redacted]: Is it... is that... was that a fuckin' guy?
PFC [redacted]: Shut the fuck up, [redacted], that's an order. Your gonna get us all sniped.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh my God.
PV2 [redacted]: I'm gonna throw up.
PFC [redacted]: All right, ladies, shit is now officially real. We're going to sweep the restaurant and see if we can figure out what the fuck is going on here.
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PV2 [redacted]: Not so fucking hungry now, huh, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, man, fuck you, oh Jesus, what the fuck.
PFC [redacted]: Get your shit together, [redacted], I swear to God.
PV2 [redacted]: Yes sir. Yes sir. Jesus.
PV2 [redacted]: Okay, now what in the hell is that, exactly?
PFC [redacted]: What do you got, [redacted]?
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PV2 [redacted]: Over there sir, by the drive-through window. Some kinda... glowy... orange... fuck if I know, sir.
PFC [redacted]: I see it, with the spinning top thing.
PV2 [redacted]: Maybe it's a jammer, sir? Could be jamming up the radios and TVs and all that shit?
PV2 [redacted]: If it is, it's the tiniest fuckin' jammer in history.
PFC [redacted]: Go check it out, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: Holy Mary, Mother of God, what in the ever living fuck is that!?
![XS-O-1-Sectoid_zpsd7851693.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: Calm the fuck down, Private!
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, [redacted], look at those fucking things! They're fucking.... they're fucking martians, man!
PFC [redacted]: I don't give a shit where they're from, they're on American soil and we're the National motherfucking Guard with weapons free authorization. Check your safeties and--
PV2 [redacted]: Look, they're backing off.
PV2 [redacted]: What the fuck is it doing?
![EndTurn2_zps744c3420.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: Am I seeing things or are there a bunch more of the motherfuckers out back?
PV2 [redacted]: Jesus. Jesus, motherfucker, Jesus.
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], you need to shut the fuck up. If those things are armed, you're going to get shot in the face.
PV2 [redacted]: Sorry, [redacted]... I mean, sir.
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], go take a look at that... jammer thing. If we can turn it off, maybe we can radio for back up.
PV2 [redacted]: Moving, Squad Leader.
PFC [redacted]: Anything?
PV2 [redacted]: Doesn't look like... I really have no idea what I'm.... Oh. Well what the fuck do you know about that?
![Meld2_zpsf4f022dd.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: Private [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: I touched it and it turned off. See, the top came off. Some kind of... [redacted], I got no idea what the fuck this is. It's like... translucent... orange....
PV2 [redacted]: Alien sex lube?
PV2 [redacted]: Shut up, [redacted]. Squad Leader, I see another... pylon, I guess? Other end of the drive-through.
PFC [redacted]: Heads up, guys, we're moving. [redacted], I want you under that window; keep an eye on our little gray friends. [redacted], stay with [redacted], I just know the brass are gonna want to take a good close look at whatever the fuck that goo is. [redacted], you're with me. You go around the right side, gonna put these fuckers in a cross fire. I'll breach the restaurant through the window.
PV2 [redacted]: You got it, squad leader.
[shattering glass]
PFC [redacted]: I'm in. All points clear. [redacted], get your ass in gear.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh jeez, oh God, shit shit shit shit.... [[redacted] weapons fire] ow, motherfucker.
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PFC [redacted]: Is that... were those... do we have shots fired, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: You're motherfucking right we got shots fired, [redacted] you motherfucker.
PFC [redacted]: Quit your bitchin' and give me a sit. rep., Private.
PV2 [redacted]: Motherfucking burns, Squader Leader, sir. Okay? The motherfuckers burned right through my gear and my skin smells like barbecue!
PV2 [redacted]: You sure that's not the Belle Burgers you're smellin'?
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, [redacted].
PFC [redacted]: Suck it up, [redacted]. The fuck do you have there, a rubber-band launcher? Give 'em hell.
[conventional weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: Goddammit, [redacted], I can't hit shit with this bum arm.
PV2 [redacted]: You could never hit shit anyway. Keep your head down.
[conventional weapons fire]
PFC [redacted]: Anything?
PV2 [redacted]: Nothing, Squad Leader, E.T.'s keepin' his giant head good and down.
PFC [redacted]: Okay, [redacted], you're with me. Let's see how well E.T. covers his flanks.
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PV2 [redacted]: Uh,oh, [redacted]. Looks like E.T. didn't like me and [redacted] takin' a pot shot at him. Head's up, [redacted], he's headed our way.... Wait, what in the hell is that...?
![EndTurn3_zps5c290c97.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: Talk to me, [redacted], what do you see?
PV2 [redacted]: The motherfucker's heads are glowing. One of them's... connected to the other one by his fuckin' head, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: Jesus, [redacted], get your fuckin' head down.
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], so help me God....
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, Squad Leader, I'm fuckin' done. I'm getting the fuck out--
[[redacted] weapons fire]
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PV2 [redacted]: [unintelligible]
Pv2 [redacted]: Oh Jesus, [redacted].
PFC [redacted]: [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: He's down, Squad Leader, [redacted] is... is down. It tore right through the fucking wall and still hit him. Jesus, the blood....
PFC [redacted]: [redacted] may have been an asshole, but he was one of my assholes. The Corporal said this mission was weapons free? Well let's show these fuckers what weapons free means here in [redacted]. Put a frag down their throats, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: Yes sir.
PFC [redacted]: Careful with that jammer pylon.
PV2 [redacted]: Moving to cover. Frag out.
[explosion]
![CollateralDamage_zpsefe4fcb5.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: Nice throw, [redacted]. The Burger Belle's totally fucked, but the pylon's in one piece.
PV2 [redacted]: That's for [redacted], you motherfuckers. You hear that? I got two of you little shits.
[explosion]
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PV2 [redacted]: Holy--! That poor guy's Saturn just went, looks like... along with the rest of that wall.
PFC [redacted]: Move up, [redacted]. If it looks like the roof is gonna go, I want you under something.
PV2 [redacted]: Yes, sir. Moving to the fryolator, sir.
PV2 [redacted]: Incoming!
[[redacted] weapons fire]
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PV2 [redacted]: You all right, [redacted]?
PFC [redacted]: Yes... yeah, he missed me.
PV2 [redacted]: Well, fuck if he's gonna get another shot.
PFC [redacted]: Get up his ass and put a bullet in it, [redacted]!
PV2 [redacted]: Sir, yes sir.
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[conventional weapons fire]
PFC [redacted]: Give me good news, [redacted]
PV2 [redacted]: I got him. I got the son of a bitch.
![EndTurn4_zps4aebc637.jpg]()
PFC [redacted]: Great, moving to you. See if you can put some bullets in one of these fuckers, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: On it, Squad Leader.
[conventional weapons fire]
PFC [redacted]: Talk to me, [redacted], I can't see through walls.
PV2 [redacted]: I don't think I hit shit, Squad Leader, too much dust and smoke to be--
[[redacted] weapons fire]
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PV2 [redacted]: Okay, that I saw. Jesu--
[[redacted] weapons fire]
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PV2 [redacted]: Motherfuckers, they are pissed at me.
PFC [redacted]: Private?
PV2 [redacted]: I'm a sitting duck out here, sir. They got my fryolator.
PFC [redacted]: What do you want, [redacted], a written invitation? Get into cover.
![SectoidOverwatch_zpsbbb86e18.jpg]()
PV2 [redacted]: Holy sweet mother of Christ.
PFC [redacted]: You all right, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Yeah, [redacted], E.T.'s just trying to give me a shave with his small arms, is all.
PFC [redacted]: Hang on, Private. [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: I got 'em, Squad Leader, don't you worry about that.
![Two-Fer_zpsb2d68838.jpg]()
PV2 [redacted]: Frag's out.
[explosion]
PFC [redacted]: Jesus, [redacted], you think you could have gotten any closer to that pylon.
PV2 [redacted]: With all due respect, squad leader, it looks like it's still spinning to me.
PFC [redacted]: Your flank's clear, Private, now do something about it.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh, yes sir.
[conventional weapons fire]
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PV2 [redacted]: Yeah, eat that. Eat that you piece of shit. Eat fuckin'... holy shit.
PFC [redacted]: Private?
PV2 [redacted]: He's... he's still kicking, sir. I shot him in the fucking face, and he didn't go down.
PFC [redacted]: Time for me to get my hands dirty, I guess. I know what'll put him down. Head down, [redacted], cuz a frag's going out.
[explosion]
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PV2 [redacted]: Jesus, [redacted].
[PFC [redacted]: Hey, you're still standing, right?
PV2 [redacted]: Be a while before I hear anything out of this ear again.
PV2 [redacted]: More than I can say for these fuckers... and poor [redacted].
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], go hit that other pylon and see if we can't radio in some back up. If there are more of those things out here, we're going to lose a lot more men that just [redacted].
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[recording ends]
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The above transcript and photographs were delivered to me by an anonymous source in the Central Intelligence Agency. In light of the incidents now taking place around the globe, he felt that it was time for the Truth to be told: though perhaps too late. If we are to survive the days ahead, we must demand accountability from our leaders. We must demand action. Let us show them that collusion with these monsters is not an option. Let us show them that we will not submit; that treason will be paid back in blood and fire.
SEMPER VIGILO
PER CONFIDO, VIRTVS
POPVLVS EXALT
- "Xeno Gate" Leak and "Vigilo Manifesto"
Composed: April 11, 2015
By: [redacted] "Strange Monkey Man" [redacted], Hacktivist
Arrested: April 15, 2015
Recruited: November 18, 2015
The following transcript and accompanying photographs have come to me at great cost. The mission described by these artifacts of a simpler, more peaceful time contains incontrovertible proof that the United States Government, and very likely those of many other nations, has been aware of and actively tried to conceal the existence of alien life from the public. The contents are extremely graphic, but are presented here unedited to let the record stand unaltered.
Press on, fellow denizen of the Earth, and discover the Truth.
TRANSCRIPT OF OPERATION "SACRED NIGHT"
DATE: [redacted]-[redacted]-94; TIME STAMP: 19:37
PERSONNEL: PV2. [redacted], PV2. [redacted], PV2. [redacted], PVC. [redacted], CPL. [redacted]
PV2: Man, [redacted], you ever fly in one of these things? This is the raddest deploy ever.
CPL. [redacted]: Stow the chatter, Private. Gentlemen, you have been briefed, you have your orders, and I am only too sure you've seen the whole lot of nothin' the local news has been reporting about this mess. Now I hate to admit it, boys, but Uncle Sam has about as much idea of what's going on out there on the streets of [redacted] as lovely Miss [redacted] on Channel [redacted]. Radio communications are dead. You may encounter emergency personnel and a whole lot of scared, confused civilians. Due to the comms blackout, you will be weapons free the moment we touch down, but I urge you to exercise caution and restraint before you make the choice to open fire. That said, if you feel the need to defend yourself, or have the opportunity to neutralize whatever it may be that is causing all this, you are authorized to do so with prejudice. Any questions?
SQUAD: Sir, no sir!
CPL. [redacted]: Good! Watch your asses out there. We will be here for pick up in two hours, or when you reestablish radio contact. You are all equipped with flares should you be unable to reach the rendezvous in time for pick up; if we see red smoke, we will wait for you for one hour. Good luck gentlemen.
PV2 [redacted]: Testing, testing, one, two.... Hey, [redacted], how the hell are we supposed to know if the little recorder thingy is going?
PFC [redacted]: Hell, I don't know. Is the little CD spinning?
PV2 [redacted]: I can't tell.
PFC [redacted]: Just shut up and keep your eyes peeled.
PV2 [redacted]: Yes sir, Private First Class [redacted], sir.
PFC [redacted]: If that thing's recording, you're gonna get written up for insubordination, idiot.
PV2 [redacted]: ... Shit.
PV2 [redacted]: Man, it's quiet. Anybody hear any traffic at all?
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
PFC [redacted]: Where?
PV2 [redacted]: Over there by the Burger Belle.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh, man, you think they left any Belle Burgers sittin' under the lamps?
PFC [redacted]: Goddammit, [redacted], will you straighten up! We're on tape for this one.
PV2 [redacted]: I can't help it, man, I'm starving.
PFC [redacted]: You're gonna be on PK duty for a month.
PV2 [redacted]: Squad Leader, I, uh... I think I found something.
PFC [redacted]: What is it, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Well, more like stepped in it, really. Not sure, sir, it's... uh, green.
PV2 [redacted]: Is it... is that... was that a fuckin' guy?
PFC [redacted]: Shut the fuck up, [redacted], that's an order. Your gonna get us all sniped.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh my God.
PV2 [redacted]: I'm gonna throw up.
PFC [redacted]: All right, ladies, shit is now officially real. We're going to sweep the restaurant and see if we can figure out what the fuck is going on here.
PV2 [redacted]: Not so fucking hungry now, huh, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, man, fuck you, oh Jesus, what the fuck.
PFC [redacted]: Get your shit together, [redacted], I swear to God.
PV2 [redacted]: Yes sir. Yes sir. Jesus.
PV2 [redacted]: Okay, now what in the hell is that, exactly?
PFC [redacted]: What do you got, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Over there sir, by the drive-through window. Some kinda... glowy... orange... fuck if I know, sir.
PFC [redacted]: I see it, with the spinning top thing.
PV2 [redacted]: Maybe it's a jammer, sir? Could be jamming up the radios and TVs and all that shit?
PV2 [redacted]: If it is, it's the tiniest fuckin' jammer in history.
PFC [redacted]: Go check it out, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: Holy Mary, Mother of God, what in the ever living fuck is that!?
PFC [redacted]: Calm the fuck down, Private!
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, [redacted], look at those fucking things! They're fucking.... they're fucking martians, man!
PFC [redacted]: I don't give a shit where they're from, they're on American soil and we're the National motherfucking Guard with weapons free authorization. Check your safeties and--
PV2 [redacted]: Look, they're backing off.
PV2 [redacted]: What the fuck is it doing?
PFC [redacted]: Am I seeing things or are there a bunch more of the motherfuckers out back?
PV2 [redacted]: Jesus. Jesus, motherfucker, Jesus.
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], you need to shut the fuck up. If those things are armed, you're going to get shot in the face.
PV2 [redacted]: Sorry, [redacted]... I mean, sir.
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], go take a look at that... jammer thing. If we can turn it off, maybe we can radio for back up.
PV2 [redacted]: Moving, Squad Leader.
PFC [redacted]: Anything?
PV2 [redacted]: Doesn't look like... I really have no idea what I'm.... Oh. Well what the fuck do you know about that?
PFC [redacted]: Private [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: I touched it and it turned off. See, the top came off. Some kind of... [redacted], I got no idea what the fuck this is. It's like... translucent... orange....
PV2 [redacted]: Alien sex lube?
PV2 [redacted]: Shut up, [redacted]. Squad Leader, I see another... pylon, I guess? Other end of the drive-through.
PFC [redacted]: Heads up, guys, we're moving. [redacted], I want you under that window; keep an eye on our little gray friends. [redacted], stay with [redacted], I just know the brass are gonna want to take a good close look at whatever the fuck that goo is. [redacted], you're with me. You go around the right side, gonna put these fuckers in a cross fire. I'll breach the restaurant through the window.
PV2 [redacted]: You got it, squad leader.
[shattering glass]
PFC [redacted]: I'm in. All points clear. [redacted], get your ass in gear.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh jeez, oh God, shit shit shit shit.... [[redacted] weapons fire] ow, motherfucker.
PFC [redacted]: Is that... were those... do we have shots fired, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: You're motherfucking right we got shots fired, [redacted] you motherfucker.
PFC [redacted]: Quit your bitchin' and give me a sit. rep., Private.
PV2 [redacted]: Motherfucking burns, Squader Leader, sir. Okay? The motherfuckers burned right through my gear and my skin smells like barbecue!
PV2 [redacted]: You sure that's not the Belle Burgers you're smellin'?
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, [redacted].
PFC [redacted]: Suck it up, [redacted]. The fuck do you have there, a rubber-band launcher? Give 'em hell.
[conventional weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: Goddammit, [redacted], I can't hit shit with this bum arm.
PV2 [redacted]: You could never hit shit anyway. Keep your head down.
[conventional weapons fire]
PFC [redacted]: Anything?
PV2 [redacted]: Nothing, Squad Leader, E.T.'s keepin' his giant head good and down.
PFC [redacted]: Okay, [redacted], you're with me. Let's see how well E.T. covers his flanks.
PV2 [redacted]: Uh,oh, [redacted]. Looks like E.T. didn't like me and [redacted] takin' a pot shot at him. Head's up, [redacted], he's headed our way.... Wait, what in the hell is that...?
PFC [redacted]: Talk to me, [redacted], what do you see?
PV2 [redacted]: The motherfucker's heads are glowing. One of them's... connected to the other one by his fuckin' head, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: Jesus, [redacted], get your fuckin' head down.
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], so help me God....
PV2 [redacted]: Fuck you, Squad Leader, I'm fuckin' done. I'm getting the fuck out--
[[redacted] weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: [unintelligible]
Pv2 [redacted]: Oh Jesus, [redacted].
PFC [redacted]: [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: He's down, Squad Leader, [redacted] is... is down. It tore right through the fucking wall and still hit him. Jesus, the blood....
PFC [redacted]: [redacted] may have been an asshole, but he was one of my assholes. The Corporal said this mission was weapons free? Well let's show these fuckers what weapons free means here in [redacted]. Put a frag down their throats, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: Yes sir.
PFC [redacted]: Careful with that jammer pylon.
PV2 [redacted]: Moving to cover. Frag out.
[explosion]
PFC [redacted]: Nice throw, [redacted]. The Burger Belle's totally fucked, but the pylon's in one piece.
PV2 [redacted]: That's for [redacted], you motherfuckers. You hear that? I got two of you little shits.
[explosion]
PV2 [redacted]: Holy--! That poor guy's Saturn just went, looks like... along with the rest of that wall.
PFC [redacted]: Move up, [redacted]. If it looks like the roof is gonna go, I want you under something.
PV2 [redacted]: Yes, sir. Moving to the fryolator, sir.
PV2 [redacted]: Incoming!
[[redacted] weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: You all right, [redacted]?
PFC [redacted]: Yes... yeah, he missed me.
PV2 [redacted]: Well, fuck if he's gonna get another shot.
PFC [redacted]: Get up his ass and put a bullet in it, [redacted]!
PV2 [redacted]: Sir, yes sir.
[conventional weapons fire]
PFC [redacted]: Give me good news, [redacted]
PV2 [redacted]: I got him. I got the son of a bitch.
PFC [redacted]: Great, moving to you. See if you can put some bullets in one of these fuckers, [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: On it, Squad Leader.
[conventional weapons fire]
PFC [redacted]: Talk to me, [redacted], I can't see through walls.
PV2 [redacted]: I don't think I hit shit, Squad Leader, too much dust and smoke to be--
[[redacted] weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: Okay, that I saw. Jesu--
[[redacted] weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: Motherfuckers, they are pissed at me.
PFC [redacted]: Private?
PV2 [redacted]: I'm a sitting duck out here, sir. They got my fryolator.
PFC [redacted]: What do you want, [redacted], a written invitation? Get into cover.
PV2 [redacted]: Holy sweet mother of Christ.
PFC [redacted]: You all right, [redacted]?
PV2 [redacted]: Yeah, [redacted], E.T.'s just trying to give me a shave with his small arms, is all.
PFC [redacted]: Hang on, Private. [redacted].
PV2 [redacted]: I got 'em, Squad Leader, don't you worry about that.
PV2 [redacted]: Frag's out.
[explosion]
PFC [redacted]: Jesus, [redacted], you think you could have gotten any closer to that pylon.
PV2 [redacted]: With all due respect, squad leader, it looks like it's still spinning to me.
PFC [redacted]: Your flank's clear, Private, now do something about it.
PV2 [redacted]: Oh, yes sir.
[conventional weapons fire]
PV2 [redacted]: Yeah, eat that. Eat that you piece of shit. Eat fuckin'... holy shit.
PFC [redacted]: Private?
PV2 [redacted]: He's... he's still kicking, sir. I shot him in the fucking face, and he didn't go down.
PFC [redacted]: Time for me to get my hands dirty, I guess. I know what'll put him down. Head down, [redacted], cuz a frag's going out.
[explosion]
PV2 [redacted]: Jesus, [redacted].
[PFC [redacted]: Hey, you're still standing, right?
PV2 [redacted]: Be a while before I hear anything out of this ear again.
PV2 [redacted]: More than I can say for these fuckers... and poor [redacted].
PFC [redacted]: [redacted], go hit that other pylon and see if we can't radio in some back up. If there are more of those things out here, we're going to lose a lot more men that just [redacted].
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
[redacted]
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[recording ends]
The above transcript and photographs were delivered to me by an anonymous source in the Central Intelligence Agency. In light of the incidents now taking place around the globe, he felt that it was time for the Truth to be told: though perhaps too late. If we are to survive the days ahead, we must demand accountability from our leaders. We must demand action. Let us show them that collusion with these monsters is not an option. Let us show them that we will not submit; that treason will be paid back in blood and fire.
SEMPER VIGILO
PER CONFIDO, VIRTVS
POPVLVS EXALT
- "Xeno Gate" Leak and "Vigilo Manifesto"
Composed: April 11, 2015
By: [redacted] "Strange Monkey Man" [redacted], Hacktivist
Arrested: April 15, 2015
Recruited: November 18, 2015