Nite Owl Logbook Entry

If he hadn't up and fled onto that ship, I'd be kicked back right now, sipping coffee and watching the birds.

But here I am instead, holed up in the cargo bay of this UES scrap heap, chasing after another of Rorschach's demented obsessions. For months, he'd been snooping around their facilities. Gathering data, connecting the dots in his head to find some grand evil plot where there probably wasn't one. 

In the meantime, I was relaxing at home. Then a letter slips through my door. One with his insignia on it. He'd usually contact me by more normal means, like approaching in a dark alley and putting a knife to my back, or sending a brick through my window. That he employed such subtlety this time must mean he found something big, or at least that he thinks he did.

We meet down in the tunnels and he goes on this tirade about the UES testing matter teleportation tech, contacting alien lifeforms on their home planets, even killing them. It sounds like his usual hogwash to me. But I go along with it, because we're partners. He's saved my life too many times to count, I can't just let him go at this one alone. I tell the missus that I'll be back in a week or two, and we board the ship they're about to send off to god knows where, to uncover what's really going on.

Here's hoping this goes smoother than the other jobs where we end up working together.