Monday April 28, 2003:
Today I made up my mind about something. I’m still gonna ditch Black Mesa, but there’s something I wanna do first, and if I pull it off, then I could end up leaving with a little redundancy package.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the Chumtoad and what to do with him. Maybe I could sell him to a competitor, or a conspiracy nut. But those guys will want proof I haven’t just painted a frog indigo and glued spikes to his back.
That means I need to find where this little guy came from and get some evidence he is what I say he is.
I’ll bet my life he hails from the Lambda Complex. That’s home to all the top-secret stuff. I took a look at the vent blueprints I got for Freeman, and if I take the Yellow Line to Sector F, there’s a vent at the station that leads straight to the lab.
All I need to do is wait till the dead of night, sneak in, take some snaps, and high tail it outta there. Once I’m actually inside, it’s a cinch to just pretend that I’m on duty, and I’ll be long gone by the time anyone finds out.
My plan is to do it next Wednesday. I checked the rota, and security is supposed to be low that night between 4am and 5am. I’ll need to plan every step, but as long as I watch my ass and get lucky, I could blow this whole place wide open…