Sleeping Giant.

The great thing about getting fired is that you get to sleep and get up whenever you want.

My schedule is upside down. I used to have a call time of 5 AM.


Now that's my bedtime.


I've left the yoga and Pilates behind.



I've started running.



Los Angeles is like a sleeping giant when you are on foot at 2 in the morning.


It breaths heavy with the early morning mist.



No cars on the street.



Dream time for the city of so called angels.






I've been pouring through the info in Greg's box and I'm beginning to see some patterns.


I'll be posting some of my thoughts very soon.


The more I read the more the information tests my sense of belief.


If what's in here is true.



The world is in for a big shock.



The evidence is piling up.




I received an email from my contact at Interpol.

It turns out the woman from the j-peg Greg sent me is named Yadviga Kanatova.

A Ukrainian national.


My contact says she has a history of violence a mile long.


He's gathering the report on her.

I should have that soon.



Until than.





BFriendly



PS: For those that asked. I'm the one who inserted my blog address on the video. A little conspiracy theory promo.

Take Your Medicine

Got this off of Greg's hard drive.

I've been looking through the hard drive his sister sent me.

It has bits and pieces of edited and unedited video along with video caps, j-pegs and documents.

It's broken down into four folders.


Red Hammer


88



Phoenix Group



Harvest


He was having a hard time getting people to believe in the story he was investigating.

From what I can tell he was going to go public by posting videos on the web.

I believe he wanted the world to know the truth about what he was working on.

I'm going to make sure that happens.








B.Friendly

Hard Drive? Cyber-Cooties?

I've got enough money in the bank so it's not like I'm in any hurry to get a job.


I know. lucky me.



Sleeping a lot less and drinking more coffee than I should. I'm on a first name basis with the sleepy eyed kid at the Starbucks. They've reached that annoying part of a Barista vs. "Coffee Drinker" relationship where they know you too well and they start pre-ordering your usual drink before you even order it.



A little too friendly if you ask me...


yeah I know with a name like mine you would think I would be more so...



that was my job not me.



Given up on the gym. I've been eating Trader Joe pot pies.


Gravy Crak in a pie shell.




Found this in Greg's box. I think it's hard drive.


Not sure if I'm ready to hook it up to my lap top just yet.




Who knows what nasty little Cyber-Cooties are lurking inside.




On the bottom of it is two numbers written in Sharpie:





"88"


Not sure what it means but it's referenced a lot in Greg's notes and files.



I think sorting through this box will be my new full time job.




BFriendly