033. - Video.

[brokenweapon]

[Who is this young-Matt-Damon-looking motherfucker? Hint: It's Jason. Not yet though, now he is Captain David Webb, U.S. Army. Military Intelligence. So he's just been plucked from Ft. Meade with these totally ill shades. And BDUs. Also he is from about 1997, so he's 27ish. And if you listen hard, you miiiiight be able to catch a Midwestern accent in there. So. Have fun.]

Hey, I'm not in the Navy, and I never asked to join any damned Barge. I'm looking back on all this shit that's supposedly from me - from me in the future - like that makes a fucking lick of sense.

Huh. Looks like I'm a taciturn son of a bitch in my thirties. [Also what the fuck why is everyone calling him Jason in these past entries. Meh. He's MI, he is not unused to the prospect of being undercover.]

Comments

Crikey. What is this, Hoth?

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you have to watch out for those buggers. We had 'em in Iraq, too. Got to shake out your boots before you put them on...

Iraq was totally the new Hoth in '03.

[sixthanimorph.livejournal.com]

[sheepishly] ... I kinda knocked down the tent trying to kill it. Took a boot and just smashed... everything.

Pffffff

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Webb laughs.] At least you got out of it okay. And it makes for a good story.