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So, by that point, I was depressed as well as desperate for anything that’d help me move forward with my investigation, and I dove in too deep.
Looking back, she promised me the earth, and, in some instances, she gave it to me.
But everything comes with a price.
I trusted her.
I was a fool to do so.
If you ever meet her, back the fuck away.
She’s one of them.
The United Brotherhood is as corrupt as the New World Sparrows. When I uncovered details about the leaders—a bunch of amoral motherfuckers I’ve yet to have the misfortune of researching, by the way—it was purely by chance.
I didn’t know who they were, and when I approached Temper about them, she was quick to reassure me that they’re the ‘good guys.’
They’re not.
I realized where I’d heard one of the names from—Kuznetsov. Whispers abound of this asshole close to the border with Mexico—the shit he deals in makes me wish the Sparrows were more powerful than the Brotherhood.
Organ harvesting, fentanyl-running, child exploitation, arms-dealing (and we’re not talking AKs here, but uranium, for God’s sake,) you name it, he’s got his hands in that pie.
The more I investigated Kuznetsov, the more I uncovered the links between the Sparrows and the Brotherhood.
They might be separate entities, just like two siblings are, but they’re from the same family.
That was when I knew I didn’t have long left.
Temper was supportive when I was working to take down the Sparrows, but after what would become our final meeting, I knew I’d pushed things too far.
There’s a Sinner who’s like a son to me. Name’s Maverick. I know you know him. He served in a battle in Kembesh. I believe you were also deployed there at the time.
I happened to uncover intel from a veteran who was living on the streets in Houston who claimed ‘someone’ had paid him to help them ambush a fleet of Chinooks that would have been pivotal in the battle.
At first, I thought it was bullshit. Then, I asked him who that ‘someone’ was. The name Black is a common one, but fuck if it didn’t make me look at her differently.
I asked her if she was behind the lack of medical support in that battle which had taken too many of our men, and I knew it was her no matter if she denied it.
Because I didn’t feel like dying, I pretended to accept her bullshit story.
That was the beginning of the end.
We returned to business as usual, then I came across this Sparrow called Bogdan Belyaev who I learned sourced the women they ran as sex slaves in the Baltics. That fella, Kuznetsov dealt with the logistics of getting them over here. Which was when I learned there were two Kuznetsov guys. A father and son. A team.
That’s how I know these assholes were in this together. How I knew the Brotherhood was as bad as the Sparrows.
So, I went on the hunt for more information. Spoke with a cop on the take in Cincinnati. He told me that it’s known among ‘certain’ officers Belyaev and Kuznetsov Jr. perished in car crashes, but their death certificates showed they both died of heart attacks at the same fucking time of day as the other.
I brought it up to her; she dismissed it. I shouldn’t have pushed, but I was angry, and fool that I was, I didn’t let up until it was too late.
I might be wrong, but I’m tying up loose ends just in case.
Do not trust a CIA operative by the name of Temperance Black.
Do not trust the United Brotherhood.
My motel room is as up-to-date as I can make it. However, I’ve tried to keep most things Brotherhood-related out of there. What I have, you can find in the envelope attached.
