Cassie’s Journal: Entry #?

Journal Entry for Cassandra Jones, dated College pre-partnering with Babs.

I killed someone. It wasn’t the first time someone has died on one of these assignments, and you better believe it was self defense. But this time it was my gun, my hand, my bullet. Then, I was just glad we got out of the city alive. But now? Now all I can think about is whether or not that guy had a family. Bills to pay. A life of his own. Grant told me to shake it off. He was trying to kill us first. This shit happens in our business. People die all the time.

I’m starting to wonder if taking these assignments from Professor Yoshi was a good idea. I can’t pay for college without this extra money. My grades in Ancient Culture studies are slipping bad and I don’t qualify for anymore scholarships. But this last job… Now I know for sure that some of this can’t be legal. I should be speaking to cops right now. International police. Instead I get a lecture from the Professor about completing things on time, and my boyfriend telling me I’m a great shot. No one sees something wrong with this?

I don’t think Grant really gets it. He just left his job as Teacher’s Assistant to start doing this full time. He’s calling himself a Professional Relic Hunter. That cockyass smile of his IS pretty sexy, at least until he cracks those Indiana Jones jokes at me. Sometimes I wonder if he’s trying to make that damned movie a reality. Grant always talks about the glamor and the rush of adrenaline he gets from these jobs. But I never hear him talking about the history or culture that we’re digging these artifacts from.

After my final exam for this semester we’re going to Baghdad. At least I HOPE so. Yoshi mentioned that the top grade of the class would get to accompany for that assignment, and I could just see that bimbo Barbara drooling over it. I couldn’t give a shit about the job itself, but this is my chance to partner with Grant on our first funded mission together. He said my skills on the field were impressive and I can’t wait to show him first hand.

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