Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Log Entry 1

My name is Audrey Hanson. For as long as I could remember, I wanted to be an agent for the FBI. You know, we always called each other feds. Like, you'd say to somebody: "You're gonna like this guy; he's all right. He's a fed. He's one of us." You understand? We were agents, one of the good guys.

Little did I know that as I worked my way up the FBI food chain, I find myself up to my frigging neck in the most gruesome, brain-eating serial killer case that I have ever laid eyes on.

No matter, I won't stop until Sylar is caught.