Every day now I find over 200 emails in my inbox when I wake up. And more just keep coming through the day. Most of them aren’t worth the time spent reading them, but I still have to go through each one. Dozens of possible sightings of Arkady, messages from people claiming to be Arkady, proxies saying they’ve managed to kill Arkady…. They’re all false, but I still have to go through the procedures of filing and checking all of them. Then there are the usual forms for equipment and casualty records, which have been skyrocketing in the past few days. It seems like a day can’t go by without another proxy being found in a dumpster with their throat slit. And with every report like that, more panicked proxies start asking for even bigger guns to defend themselves with. Thanks to Truth giving Arkady top priority, most of those requests are being approved now, no matter how costly. It’s starting to feel like I’m supplying an army here.
Today was particularly bad. Another safehouse was burned down, and we still haven’t found out what happened to the people inside. When we sent someone to investigate the scene, they were ambushed en route. We leaked the car’s make and license number to the police, and a few hours later an officer found the car. Except then he made the mistake of trying to arrest Arkady on his own, so now we’ve got a dead police officer on top of all the dead proxies. Then I had to pay off some reporters because it would be really bad for our cover if the front page of the tomorrow’s paper had a picture of a dead officer with a sign saying, “This is between me and the Tall Guy. Please stay out of it.” Nailed to his chest.
Everyone’s on edge here. We keep someone watching all the windows throughout the day, trying to keep an eye out for Arkady, but it’s not making anyone feel any safer. I don’t think anyone is going to be getting much sleep while he’s still out there.