Field Journal No. 06

One last meeting before we start setting up shop in the new building - this time, we were asked to swear allegiance to teh group. Shit, I can't keep calling it that. The cult.
They've got this doctrine of some kind - a code called "The Will" that we're to follow. We sealed the deal with drinks - real fancy Scotch or somethin'. I pitched mine when they weren't looking - I don't do that stuff anymore.
I advised the Sullivans to follow up with the police - this place we're going is way out in the sticks, and I'll probably be gone for a little while.
Category:Cultic