sep 12, 1987 - Dutch's first tape recording.

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My name is Major Alan Schafer also known as “Dutch”. U.S. Army veteran special ops commander, and the only survivor of the Val Verde incident. These tapes are my personal testimony. Insurance. Should anything happen to me, what I found won’t be lost. My team was brought in to rescue a Guatemalan cabinet minister and his aide who’d been captured by guerrilla forces in Val Verde. We located the downed helicopter and the skinned bodies of those aboard hung in nearby trees, seemingly at the hands of guerrilla fighters.

After assaulting their camp, it became clear that the mission was a setup. American intelligence had sent us to retrieve the captured agents who’d been on recon for a future military action. But none of that matters because while we were clearing out the guerrillas, something was hunting us. An invisible kill attracted us as we made our way to the extraction point. In 24 hours, it wiped out my entire team. Rick Hawkins. Blain Cooper. Mac Eliot. Billy Sole. Jorge Ramirez … and Al Dilon. The best soldiers have ever known, men I’d trusted with my life, were butchered like animals.

It was a nightmare. We walked in with guns, but it had perfect camouflage, advanced weaponry, and could see heat. It was strong and smart. A pitiless hunter. I waited. I watched. And when I understood it, when I saw how it hunted, I killed it. As it laid dying, in a final fuck you, it activated an explosive device. I barely escaped the blast. My radiation sickness and the crater of the explosion are the only evidence it ever was here. I’ve given my official statement to Agent Peter Keyes of the OWLF, but it’s become clear I need to investigate Val Verde myself.

Keyes was thorough, but he asked all the wrong questions. We have proof of alien life, but that life sees us as game. It’s an alien who’s first contact with humanity was to hunt us for sport. All Keyes cared about was the technology lost in that explosion. He can’t see the jungle for the trees. I see the threat, he sees the opportunity. Spies are all the same. I mean, we aren’t people to them, we’re assets. How many soldiers will he feed to those monsters just for a chance to steal from them or to learn from them? The government can’t be trusted, so I have to do this on my own. I’m cutting my treatment short and going off the grid. I will make my way back to South America, to Val Verde. I was told that there were stories about “demons who make trophies of men”. I’d like to hear those stories.

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