#ellelog.exe

>// confirmIdentity Class Name: Electrician Gender: F Date of Birth: XX-XX-1934 Mission: Gather intel about Team Fortress during the entirety of their contract.  >// logEntry It has been 48 hours since I have arrived in RED’s base at Teufort, and conditions are as subpar as I feared. Several windows have shattered holes, being left boarded up with makeshift planks. The walls and ceilings often creak loudly during the night. I’m paranoid that they’ll collapse on top of me at any minute. Not to mention, the rubbish piled up everywhere. The kitchen is covered in grease, dark spots all over the stove of what I hope to God, is burnt food. One of the mercs have resorted to eating only MREs. While another has the exclusive diet of liquids, more specifically, cans of irradiated soda called "Bonk!". I don't know about the rest of the men, but judging from the state of their kitchen, I can assume they're not exactly the pinnacle of health. Apparently, they have breakfast and suppers together during the weekends, but I'll have to pass. I don't want to see what any of them are going to bring to a potluck. The showers aren’t well maintained either. While the Male rooms are free of mold, the Female rooms are a wreck. All shower heads on every stall are either missing, destroyed or poured out sewer water. I had no choice but to wait until 11 pm just to clean myself and avoid any potential peeping Toms. The bad news doesn't end there. The hidden cameras I have set up are somehow broken after the first day. All have been destroyed by the mercenaries in several accidents that I am hesitant to call unplanned. Fortunately, they remain unnoticed by the team, so this minor setback won’t be too difficult to recover from, I have other ways to get the information I need anyways. I just need to come up with a new plan before Thursday.  If this is what I’ll have to endure for the next 3 years, then God help me.  >// endTransmission