20 Okt 1997 Jahr - Dutch's fifth tape recording.

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Los Angeles. I needed to come back to the States. It wasn’t impossible to sneak contraband through customs, but I wasn’t willing to risk what I’d found in the Congo falling into the wrong hands. Instead, I travelled to Mexico aboard a cargo ship bound for the Port of Altamira, from there I made my way to Tijuana and I bunkered down. I had tangible proof of extra-terrestrial life in my possession, but no idea what to do with it. I’m not a scientist. I did the soldier’s duty and secured valuable intel. This was out of my pay grade.

I kept an eye on the news. Los Angeles was having a record-breaking heatwave and a gang war on the streets. It was perfect. I could feel it in my bones. I’d been tracking them for so long. I could think like them. I could smell the prey. I could see the hunting ground. I had to get L.A. Crossing back into the States from Tijuana wasn’t that difficult, but by the time I’d reached the city, it was already over. Like Val Verde, the OWLF only found crumbs. What I’d hoped might be an alien ship turned out to be only a launching site.

I wanted it too much and I got sloppy. I breached the OWLF quarantine and was captured. I’d hope to be bailed out by Agent Keyes, but he died. With Keyes gone, the OWLF was leaderless and disorganized. I was interrogated, but then negotiated my release by bartering the alien materials I’d had recovered from the Congo. During the negotiations, it was clear how little they knew. They needed someone who understood the threat, so I offered to work with the OWLF as a consulting advisor. They had the funding, the technology, I needed to continue my hunt. I wouldn’t work for them, but I would work with them. They’ll be a weapon I can use to hunt down these predators as they move to fresh ground. It’s only a matter of time until they see us as a real threat. When the prey can fight back, it’s no longer a hunt. It is war.

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