Recruiting Morgan Campos

E-mail transcript follows:

The following is a transcript of a recorded conversation prior to the beginning of Operation Rising Phoenix. I am familiar with both speakers

Vogel: Are you sure recruiting the woman is wise, Mr. White.

Mr. White: Of course. She managed to face down one of those things from Innsmouth without flinching.

Vogel: May I draw your attention to the drone footage? She missing it at point blank range.

Mr. White: No one is perfect. But I assume you've read her file. Forty years old and no social media presence or romantic interests. She's dedicated her life to the service.

Vogel: Are you sure that's wise? Analysis of previous agent performance shows those personal connections help agents keep their head under fire.

Mr. White: I'm familiar. But may I also remind you that romantic connections are the number one cause of security breaches. Besides, she doesn't trust me. She already knows the score.

Vogel: Are you saying you prefer agents under your command not trust you?

Mr. White: Do you trust me?

Vogel: Honestly, sir? No.

Mr. White: Have all the arrangements been made?

Vogel: Of course. There was sufficient evidence to show that she was acting in self-defense, so the death of the civilians won't require any official citations. But we made sure the ritual space and the nature of the...thing... were in her report. So her superiors are recommending a change of scenery and re-assigning her to support ICE and DEA in southern Arizona.

Mr. White: I do love Reagan and his "War on Drugs." Planting schedule Is on a site gives us such a great cover story for when an operation goes bloody.

Vogel: As you say sir.

Mr. White: Begin locating the next candidate.

Vogel: Absolutely, sir.

Operation Rising Phoenix

This information has been sent to me via encrypted e-mails, the sender has given me one request: "release this to the public, so it never happens again."

I'm not sure what it all means, but I've been having trouble sleeping. Because all I can think in the dark and quiet, alone with my thoughts is: "Is this real? All of it? If so, no deity can help us."