21:01:39 Hrs

From the Transponder of Agent TF43:

Sergio, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and now am in the kitchen pantry waiting for Marco to arrive. Not sure how much longer I can stay here. The group of men that just came in are some key players here. Konrad is treating them very differently than he is the other guests... Most guests are treated the way a prize cow is treated, all the way up to the day it is slaughtered... Every employee seems to be here from middle-management on up. He's praising them, bragging about them, stroking their egos and making their coats look all nice and shiny. and if they weren't in their drug haze, they might notice.

The mixture of coke with the baseline of Sancity he has already clearly slipped into the company water-cooler is bizarre. Everyone is saying things like: "It's aaallll goood, relaaaax" But they say it over and over again in rapid repetition. I am doing my best to mimic it, so Konrad doesn't suspect, but it is a challenge in my state, so I simply say as little as possible.

Sergio, have you seen any sign of Marco, I will need to get back to the party soon.

~N

20:33:26 Hrs

Automatic Delivery of Audio Recording From Transponder of Agent TF43:

[low humming in background] "..........mmmmmm mmmm mm hmmmmm The ciiiiircle of liiiiife mmmm hmmm mmmm hmmm"

"Ingrid, I am so glad you could come to my home this evening, especially this evening. I think it is time you had a .... promotion. You have probably observed that Ozerov is more than a little distracted these days, as are so many of my employees. but they are quite amusing, don't you think?"
"Yes, Konrad.
"They are amusing, and even better, they seem to stay out of the way... you know what I mean, don't you?
"Yes, Konrad, I do know exactly what you mean, Ozerov can be so..."
[barely audible squeak then small moan]
"Are you alright, Ingrid?"
"Yes, Konrad. Please excuse me."
"Not to worry, my dear. You look a bit uncomfortable, though. [whispering] But no wonder... your dress is rather tight. Thank you for wearing it. I love a woman who does what she is told. But now that you are here, I can think of nothing else than helping you get out of it."

[sounds of a group of people entering the room, chairs sliding as men stand to greet them. A small banging noise, like that of a woman's ankle against a leg of a table.]

19:46:04 Hrs

From Transponder of Agent TF43:

I am inside Konrad's party. So far all is 'normal'. Ozerov is way high on Sanctity. I think he could use a clothespin or two. He has been humming 'The Circle of Life' since he picked me up. Konrad saw us enter from across the living room, his expression was neutral, except I think I saw him smirk a bit when he heard Ozerov's humming. There is already a group in the back room, (the "entertainment room' I think you called it), totally coked out and twitchy. I have located the back kitchen door, where Marco will be coming in from. Konrad's personal assistant, Tad (what a ridiculous name... what, does he think, he is a little bit of something? Like he is so wonderful we can only handle a piece of him? I'll take a piece of him. I'll take a little piece and step on it, then another little piece and slice it real thin and put it on my pulled pork sandwich, I bet he would like that, I bet he needs to pull his own pork more than he would care to admOOOOOOWWWWWWWW FUCK FUCK FUCK .
Shit, Sergio, I had to slam my fingers in a door, I think my skin is going too numb under the clothespins.

What I was trying to say is, Tad is looking pretty nervous, and I don't think it is just from the coke. My instincts tell me his connection with Marco isn't anything consequential. I don't think Marco is part of Konrad's scheme. But I will watch out, we don't need any side dramas.
N

More Sting Than Tickle

Sergio,
Thank you for reminding me of our little 'technique'. Who knew something so depraved, so kinky could very well end up saving the world. And what a world it is, when pain is the only thing sobering enough to keep me from wanting to inflict pain on everyone I look at. If my state, induced by the AntiSanctity is anything close to Konrad's natural state we are all in terrible danger.

In my moments without the clothespins I feel myself being swept into this strange world where other people's suffering makes me strong...it is like I can feel their power leave them and enter me. In this state, Konrad is the only other person who I can connect with. It is like everyone else is just ghosts of... not even people... just these annoying cobwebs that prevent me from going where I want to go, that slow me down... and then there is Konrad. I see him clearing away the same cobwebs and it is like we both know we are helping each other, it is like we are soulmates... I need him to complete me, without him I feel lost and I must help Konrad with OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OOOOOOOWWWWWW FUCK AAAGGGGHHHHH OOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

Luckily I took your advice and have attached a few clothespins to my body under my fat suit. In certain, unpredictable, moments the suit causes them to shift and allow a new sting to my otherwise numbed and damaged flesh. As I was saying before, inflicting pain upon myself seems to be the only way to keep my mind clear.

My transmitter is fixed and ready. Of course to provide the most security, the least chance of detection, we will not be able to actually converse. The transmitter will automatically send you what I have recorded at regular intervals, and I can also hit send when I like. But I will only receive your messages when I am in a moment where it is safe enough to do so. We can't risk anyone overhearing you or hacking in. Sergio, I feel strong knowing you are here, but I cannot say I have confidence in this mission tonight. I think that.... Wait, I see Ozerov coming up the driveway to pick me up. Our next contact will be through the transmitter.

Good night my love. I am afraid of the circumstances under which I will see you next. You have been so unreliable lately and I am not sure of your usefulness to me or anyone for that matter. Your idiotic macho bullshit has no one fooled and your so called 'intelligence' is questionable. When I think of what a waste of human flesh you are, weak, and so selective about who you kill, as if anyone is worthy of life in this fucking sludge factory we call OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW FUCK OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BASTARD SHIT AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG AAAGGGHHOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Sergio, I love you. God help me.
Nikita