Agent's Log: June 20, 2070

Today's date: June 20, 2070

Contact with the Ursa Minor has been lost. I don't really know what else to say. A message was received from the station. Warrant Officer Ellen Weaver was screaming, saying that there was something wrong with the wormhole, and that enlisted man Chadwick Minute was dead. She also said something about General Burnside. I don't know what has happened, but contact with both the Ursa Minor and Ursa Major has been lost. Readings also indicate that the wormhole connecting the two has seemingly collapsed. Maybe they escaped, but from what I heard, I don't think there are any survivors. General Burnside is dead.

I don't know how to feel about it all. On the one hand, the son of a bitch got what he deserved, but on the other hand, I wanted to put the cuffs on him myself. I wanted to see him taken to trial and all of his crimes listed out to him. I wanted to see his face sink in defeat, and I wanted him to look me in the eye and know that I was the one who beat him. After all of my restless nights, all of the files I've read and people I've interviewed, he goes and dies before I can get him. But this is an opportunity. I've requested to investigate the Ursa Minor's silence, which means I can get access to Burnside's files. Fowler is breathing down my neck. He's been lenient with me too many times. I think he feels sorry for me. Who wouldn't?

I might not be able to arrest Burnside myself, but now that I have unrestricted access, I can still bring his crimes to light. I can still win.