XXXX, Angola, 11:03 PM

Angola is currently one of Africa's fastest growing economies. It's got a good oil market, it's recovering from a quarter century civil war, and it's started having proper elections again. It's also got a lot of ports, which makes the illicit and illegal trades much easier. Illegal markets also make transportation pretty simple for people like me. I don't need papers or identification and I can get almost anywhere I want. Currently it's warm, dark, and a little cloudy here, but the light's poking through. Hopefully I'll be out of the country by the end of the week. Angola has nothing to offer me except a quick ride to any continent I want, and at the moment I'm fine in Africa.

Simone's asleep already, but it's pretty damn late right now. Simone's my translator, nice kid with a degree in languages from Brown. She's smart and sarcastic as hell and willing to club the skull of anyone who does her wrong, so we get along well. We're staying in a warehouse with an internet connection, since I was willing to shell out for it. When you know the dynamics of illegal trade you can get what you want wherever you are.

You guys-- runners, bloggers, fighters, Victims-- have offered a lot of information to the internet. God, you're trusting. You don't expect anyone to be watching and taking notes. It's not just me doing it either. There are men out there, big men with big cheques and big armies to back them up, who are taking notes in bigger notebooks than I have. You haven't put the whole story in the blogs, though, have you. Most of you are smarter than that. You've all got things you haven't told anyone.

All I'm asking for is information. I wouldn't expect anyone to give me information without knowing anything about me, though, but I'm not willing to give up all my information until I have all the gaps filled in. I'm a lawyer, with a Harvard degree would you believe it, and my focus has always been international and corporate law. I moved to New York a few years ago, and that's when I started seeing the MONSTER. My partner never saw it, but I did. The MONSTER never came close, though, too busy preying on feral inner New York kids. I thought I was going crazy, and tried to ignore it. Everything would have been fine if it weren't for what happened on April 24th. I was abducted from my bed by a group of government spooks and locked up in a small room with a bunch of other people. We had some pretty specific things in common-- we all had a loved one who'd been kidnapped as well, we'd all done various degrees of nothing wrong, and we'd all seen the MONSTER. And we were all there for three years. Then, at the end of April of this year, we were tossed out onto the shores of an unknown country, and told we weren't welcome back in the states. Ever again.

I'm an outlaw, now, and I can use their networks. The group of prisoners mostly went their separate ways, though we're all staying in touch. I want to know what happened to the loved ones that got abducted. I want to know why we were arrested illegally from our beds in the middle of the night. I want to know what's going to happen next, and I want to know what the MONSTER has to do with any of this. We're all Victims, you see. Victims of the MONSTER, but also of a system that works against our efforts to survive and is only interested in information about the MONSTER. That's why I'm appealing to you, the bloggers, the Victims. Because I want to know the crimes. I want to know the Perpetrators. I want to bundle all this information together as tight as possible to put forth in front of the worlds courts, and I want to show the world the truth. I want to find the truth. And I want justice.

I'm your lawyer, so tell me the crimes.