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EYES ONLY
UC Agent Kate Upton Sinclair
Decoded Message – Received 5.24 at 2134
#6 since embedding 2.5.15

Work continues as normal. Hours are not unreasonable, but the labor is exhausting. The brick yard offers almost no shade, and frequent water breaks are all that keeps most of us from keeling over.

Supervisors are all middle management types. I’ve identified one, Alex, who’s a likely candidate to be turned. If not turned, at least susceptible enough to be my way inside the temple itself. He’s young, sweet, and not yet completely brainwashed by the Company’s lunacy. If it means leading him on with some feminine wiles to get myself access, I suppose I’ll have to bite the bullet. But I’m not banging him for this thing. I can stretch my feminism only so thin.

The temple foundation is nearly complete. The bricks made & stacked now are all exteriors. The Company evidently isn’t as inventive as it likes to think. They’ve stamped the word “PURE” on every brick they’re making now. As if the sheer volume of the word in the building will grant its premise to these poor boobs who’ve fallen for their promises.

Guard schedules are impressively chaotic. My diligence in tracking them doesn’t waver, and neither does their irregularity. The fellow in charge of security at the temple itself, a guy they call Cuba which can’t possibly be his real name, knows what he’s doing. Nothing repeats. He’s ironed out any notable tendencies. It’s become clear sneaking inside isn’t feasible.

Treatment remains fair for the converted. Whatever the Company intends to get out of them, it will happen through the Purification process inside the temple, whenever the monstrosity is completed.

For the last three nights, curious sounds have issued from the temple interior. They come in the dead of night, faint but there. No one else has mentioned them, and I won’t bring it up unbidden. It sounds, for all the world, like the roar of lion. When was the last time a lion walked the earth? It’s been almost fifty years, right?

No way to pass information back to me yet. Still working on it, so keep the cavalry nearby just in case.

Sorry for all the brick dust on this letter. It gets everywhere. I’m going to be coppery-red for the rest of my life when I get out of here. Just one more thing to add to the ever-growing Con list for the Company. At this point, if they can get my skin perfectly clean of the stuff, I’ll consider myself as Pure as the godless pricks want.