Agent's Log: February 10, 2070

Today's date: February 10, 2070.

The crew of the U.S.S. Rapture left today for the Ursa Minor space station. The crew consisted of Colonel Blithe, Major Jafari, and a few enlisted men. They took a Raven android with them. Thought they decommissioned all of those, but the military never has been great at tossing out old junk. And of course there was the man himself. Burnside waved to the crowd like he was a goddamn hero off to win a war. To the public, he pretty much is. Ever since the Orion Conflict, they turn a blind eye to anything he does.

I was at the front of the crowd when the shuttle took off. I swear Burnside looked right at me before he climbed in. Bastard. I should've tried again to get him to step down from the mission. The last time I confronted him was a month ago, and I told him I would have him taken into custody if he didn't step down. He called my bluff. He always did have a good poker face. He threatened to have me reported. With my record, I could've lost my badge. When has that mattered to me though? Shit. I let him get to me. I should've pushed, kept up the bluff. Even if I was forced out of the bureau, getting people to actually take a look at Burnside is what I want. They need to see that he's not the hero he once was. He's changed. Or has he always been like this? People have died under his command, and people act like they don't notice. Or they blame someone else.

I've never been religious, but if God does exist, I'm hoping He keeps an eye on the Ursa Minor. Under Burnside, I can only hope that the crew comes back alive.