A note was found neatly folded underneath the seat of a commercial Australian sea vessel…
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I've finally done it. I've tracked down that slippery weasel. Everyone told me I couldn't do it, but I knew they were just fools. Fools, or snakes in disguise. I've broken every rule by being here. My job. My sex. My race. My home. Every single aspect of myself spits in the face of what mankind knows. I don't care if it's suicide. I'm finally here. The [[Dealer]] has been located. I've tracked down his very position without a single shadow of a doubt in my mind. And just when I thought I couldn't be more sure… it turns out I wasn't the only one tracking him.
The origins of the letter I've received are unknown, and are suspicious at best. But what they say I can already prove to be fact. They aren't liars. But I know there's something else happening here. I've already left for America. After this, I know that I can finally look at myself in the mirror and smile. This is my proof. I deserve to be here. I deserve to live, just as he deserves to die.
…Henry. You were so worried when I left. I know you support me, but I know it would be impossible not to let what others say get to you. They've gotten to me as well. The brave face you put on as you bid me farewell and kiss me goodbye is one I know you must have spent hours crafting. But I know you didn't do it for me. You know I could see through it. It was to help yourself believe that I would come home. I promise, my love. I will come home.
I will come home.
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Note to self. Do not send this report to the Corporal. Too sentimental.