I'd just like to start by saying fuck you for making me write this report.

9:00 I could say it was a shitty day, but that would count on two things. One, I'd have to give a fuck about the weather on this shithole. Two, It'd be like calling a carrien as ugly as a hat full of arseholes, no shit sparky.

10:00 If that bucktooth arse faced human maggot receptionist winks at me again I'll split her festering ulcer that passes for a mouth wide open. If she were so eager to ride mini-waster she'd stop giving me blues.

10:02 She's actually given me a Grey. Dumb fucking luck. I'll have to clean the wax out of her ears with my Blitzer. I swear if one more reaming Frother limp dick bumps into me I'll tear his mini-MAC off and shove it in his ear.

11:10 This corporate is such a tosser! I can't wait to meet this stiff-shirted gutterfuck in a dark alley late at night. The shit eating grin on his face fixes me as he confirms, kill everyone with a red vest at Thirteen Twelve Overpass Apartments. Its Upper downtown, but thats close enough. Shite eater is still grinning away. I'd like to wipe the little toady off the face, let only his wine soaked frog eating corporate kiss ass puckerhole.

13;22 I arrive at the suburbia wall. Useless arseholes in gangrene armour in abundance. My travelling companion starts to wipe the blood off his nose, he still can't figure out how I managed to clock him at 5 g's. A quick fold of his shoe and Bob's yer cross bred cannibal lover uncle. The stinking dirt sucker shouldn't have vomited on me, I'll cut his balls off if I see him downtown.

14:04 I arrive at Thirteen Twelve Overpass. 5 stories, this shouldn't take too long. Some pizza boy splashes me as he passes on his putt-putt bomb. A drop a silenced CAF in the back of his head at sixty metres. He rolls off into a Fire APC, chunky red rain. Sucked in to the little pus farm.

14:20 I circle the block. Ten, thats right - ten. Ten little teenage pupiled freaks are hanging out the front, all wearing red vests. So I'm whacking a whole gang then. That shite eater is gunna see the underside of my boot when this is over.

14:44 I scope out the situation a bit closer, close like the end of my fist. Rough up a few red vests quietly. Whinging pricks haven't got any balls. Seems they're affiliates of Krosstown. Pussies! This shouldn't be too much trouble.

14:45 The ten on the doorstep fall to my 603. Red padquil vests, what a pack of freckle punchers. I check the 603 clip, eleven spent on full auto. One hundred percent fatalities. I fucking rule!

14:51 I clear two more red vest pansies from the lobby. Civvies running everywhere like sewer rats. This would be funnier if they didn't smell like em too. One of them is still kicking, so I go over. He's reaching in his vest so I grab his scabbie arm and yank it out. He's holding a comm. Subversive little fucks are pretty organised. I smell Dino shit. A quick slapping and the little baby tells me where his bum chums hang out. I press down send on the comm and hold it up to his bleeding mouth. His grunts, gurgles and yelps come out nice and clear as I saw through his throat with a SLA blade. What a sick little bastard, he fills his pants. I swear, all downtowners are pig rooters

14:57 I get in the lift and hit four.

14:58 I make it to the fire door on fourth just in time to here a ding from the elevator. Three guns open up, full auto. A quick calc and I'm boosted up. I kick in the door and hose the red vest bitches down with the AR. I check the corpses. DN body suits and DN 100's. Shite eater will die!

15:15 I finish the last on this floor. I've taken ten Dino date lickers, three with my claws. I've taken a few shots of ten mil and a whole lot of wussie stabs with flick knives. I swear, this Waster takes a beating and keeps on reaping. I so fucking rule!

15:47 I finish sweeping the other floors, loose cocked civvies wetting their pants left right and centre. Badass! Nothing pops its dirty little red wearing carcass out so I call in with a head count. Shite eater confirms. BPN filled. End of fucking story.

So thats the details. Fuck you if you think I'm subversive, get a carrien up ya!

FILE ADDENDUM

18:00 Hit attempt on Operative Trash has failed. Last seen escaping into downtown. Have filled in Hunter sheet and Serial Killer Propaganda should be transmitted in half an hour. Between these arrangemnets his body should turn up eventually.

EBBNET CRACK IN PROGRESS> TRACING. 8:30 Once again I prove I rule and hack your shitty oyster plastic New Parisan jerk off computer. I'm in Tynes so don't bother hunting me down shak licker. Pull back or I'll fill a shit sheet on you gutter fuck! Oh, and you can take it from me, Burn is the wildest root in six star systems!