Isoladen

--Two inspectors...one in grey, and one in black were tailing me. They certainly know who I am. I didn't see them follow me into the shop, but I could sense their presence. I am no longer safe here. It's time to leave again.--

Official INTERCON Transmission

I am now sure that Isoladen is just a temporary stop for H. He hadn't sought out a permenant residence since his first violation, and has taken to sleeping on couches provided by friends of the ****. The address given to us by the Transportation Ministry was abandoned shortly after H committed his first violation. INTERCON of course knew about the violation, but we were surprised by the scale of the scheme. Normally offenses such as this were carried out by elite members of ****. H was new to **** but he quickly carried out the class five offense. Most **** members worked their way up the miscreant ladder, only committing a class five in a final gasp of defiance, hoping to become martyrs like those that came before them. This class five got my attention and had me checking back through old records to see if H was a new alias. This was an impossibility of course because I have all of the pertinent information: friends, family, frequent night(day) spots, hygiene (or lack thereof), medical health, psychological conditions, numbers, passwords, sexual partners, drug addictions (illegal and prescribed), all jobs held in his lifetime, schooling and so on. Our surveillance techniques used for this job had been perfected for over three-hundred cycles. H had only twenty-one cycles to learn the art of deviance and evasion, albeit with much help from ****. As you all know, no level of training can escape the grasp of INTERCON, but for a short period of time, H did a great job of avoiding detection. Our goal from here on out will be to control H without his knowledge, so he will lead us directly to ****. We must keep his offenses at a reasonable level as to not cause any serious societal disorder. This confrontation is inevitable, until we can find the exact location of ****'s headquarters, at which point we can only hope to crack the thus far impenetrable code.

--During our last conversation, **** had told me to be extremely careful. The game was up, and INTERCON was aware of the entire operation. Isoladen was the sixth metropolis I had fled to this cycle, and it was only the start of the second variation. At every stop I had at least one encounter with the inspectors. They had uttered not a word to me at any point, only making their presence known when I was starting to feel I was rid of them. I am now under the impression that they are using me to get to ****. If they wanted me for what I had done in Glaxton, they would have detained me long ago, but I am wary to declare this outright to **** because I didn't understand why the inspectors kept showing their faces. Now was not the time to figure anything out. I must leave Isolade and get somewhere new, so I could safely cable *** for some answers.

H's luck is up. He is growing paranoid. No longer will he be used for activist purposes.