(The following was taken from a journal found in Paul Crammond's room. The pages are torn and spotted with blood. What is written was deciphered as best was possible from shorthand.)

Came down... Deceptively... for a man of his age... empowered... try as I might, made no progress reading... confident, and I was more than a little embarrassed... so easily read my fear. Carthage... pre-warning, and... instructed not to talk, establish eye... sweat...
...was dark... could see was a mass... immobilized but breathing slow... talked for several minutes... no voice answered... chain gleaming soft in what little... like I was... with Death. This man had... involving barbed-wire, taking his... splitting his head... half, eating the rest... ten men and three tranquilizers... completely unmoving.
...speak because he does not need to speak... cannot hear... no accident he arrived here, do you understand? Fail to learn... like my former colleague... stronger now, attributing... with weapons, others with words...
Something terrible... will not be here to see... fail to learn...
...bad is going to happen...