• July 15, 1812

    malita camp, Brazil

    Dear family,

    I'm writing you from inside a malita camp In the middle of brazil. Once I gather intel on the illegal drug and weapon traficing, i'll return to Washington. It's been years since i've seen you. I can remember the tears you sheded when i was boarding the truck. I looked back and you were waving good-bye.

    I'm cold and tired. I want to come home. I miss you. If i get caught, I may not come back, but i want you to know, I love you guys. If we can't meet in this world anymore, then i'll see you guys up in heaven.