I own a farm now, just outside of Goshen, Indiana. As perhaps the most cursed place in the US, land prices there are... not very high.

Viktor called me after the job. He was looking to get some land on the cheap, and his first pick was Goshen. He couldn't do it himself, everyone left in that shit hole this shit hole is a paranoid xenophobe.

Police are absent entirely, and the Sons of Salem regularly fight with a rival gang of what I can only assume are Werewolf bikers.

Werewolf bikers.

And they make for interesting neighbors. In the first week, they came onto the property to smell around our windows and place spy cameras. No sign of them since though, and the Sons don't seem too bothered by my our presence yet.

Cheap as the land was, an entire farm, which was what Viktor wanted, cost more than three million dollars. I got it financed, and we both made some calls. After a successful sale to "Prometheus Ventures" to gather funds, Viktor, Gul, and Lawrence pooled their fortunes to help pay for the place. Which, legally, I have sole ownership of.

I quit my job at the University and set up a lab in the barn, with help from some kid named Bryan.

Now, I manufacture ferric nitrate and etch silver for Jewelers.

And own a farm. I just hope all the illegals I've got working the field don't get me into trouble.

I am euphoric.

It was a nightmare. I said it would be. I warned them, but they insisted.

Then, they insisted I go with them. When I realized they might die, and that I could lose the farm without their financial contributions, I conceded.

Viktor, Gull, Bryan, and Lawrence all decided to hunt a raccoon. A raccoon that used a chain to cut off arms in Indianapolis. A raccoon seen with a posse of trained dogs.

I didn't know raccoons could train dogs, but apparently, that's completely normal behavior. Not a lick of magic. I hate raccoons.

We arrived in the ghetto, and I spotted a suspicious group of dogs harassing people in a parking lot.

Viktor got out, ran to the dogs, and immediately got mauled. He almost died. 

It wasn't until we got him in the car that we noticed the chain, poised to attack Bryan.

We sold the raccoon's corpse and drove home.

It wasn't a sewer monster, but I think, for one night, I can sleep a little easier.

Apparently, Viktor got into a mess with the District Attorney of Washington D.C.

Well, another mess. We've been planning to kill him, tentatively, but this time he stole Viktor's gauntlets.

We were convinced to sit down and negotiate, hammer out a deal, and honestly, I think I'm okay with the terms.

After all that, we made plans to help out in Michigan. Capture some magic elk and save them from the forest fire, or kill them and sell the bodies. On the way there, we can get some help from a banshee lady with Gull's stick and poke kit.

Bryan is gonna help insulate a car and reinforce it for the snatch and grab, and Viktor got a new rifle that should help too.

On top of all that, Viktor got me into contact with some magic chef, and the changes in my body have been magical.

Update: The D.A. filched on the deal and tried to squeeze Viktor as soon as Bryan and I left the negotiating table to tend to our own business.

The D.A. will not survive to regret this for long.

Viktor’s on the run now, or something. Working on his pmc in Brazil I think. Plans to work on the fire fell through too, so I guess someone else will have to take care of the lightning stag.

The Firm bought Bryan. He folded… very quickly. I understand why, I’m trying to maintain our relationship, but it’s not the same as it once was. I still leave my things to him, but now I’m less certain as to my reasons.

I joined the firm. With nowhere else to safely go, with a means to make amends with the rat man, and with the potential of a grisly death on the outside I made the obvious choice.

I work as a consultant now, Head of the Consulting Department, and the D.A. has to compensate me for me work. I can’t be compelled to work either, and I’ve been careful to check for bugs, bombs, and the like.

I need to set up another lab.