Grove of the Gourd Dwarf

DELTA GREEN #1, Diary of Stan Pitt

I travelled to Arizona alone. I didnt get to see Monica before I left. She was “busy”. Probaly some other guy. Probaly some wall street jackoff. Probaly I could crush his pencil neck with my hands. If only she could see Im all she needs.

We met with Colorado and Garrett, each representing different halves of the locals. Garrett is White and Colorado is Apache Indian. They are both Police and so they are fine by me. I get the feeling Colorado doesnt like me much. He's a racist, I guess.

Weller and I went on down to Begay Ranch. Royce took a helicopter to get a birds eye view on the area the disappearances took place in. I spoke to a man, a rancher, named Rope. He is looking after the sheep at the ranch with the Begay family gone. Shifty motherfucker. Doesnt seem to like me much. Another racist.

Sheep and human corpses were discovered on the ranch, drained of blood. A mass grave.

We had a stakeout at the Ranch that evening. Nothing of note.

Next day I spent doing paperwork. Weller spent the entire day conducting autopsies. She's one tough bitch, I'll give her that. The bodies were discovered to be missing organs, and their brains were messed with. Grizzly stuff.

We sent someone to ask the local “Medicine Men” some questions but they turned up dead. We surrounded the area. Weller and Joyce were my eyes in the sky. As we approached the cave they were hanging out within, Garrett was shot and I ordered everyone to duck for cover. By the time I reached the mouth of the cave, there was no sign of the shooter… All that remained was four dead Indians and a bizarre painting in the sand. Some middle-easterner in a suit. And a strange rock was recovered, which we gave to the Reservation police.

What the Hell is going on? I get the feeling Weller and Royce arent telling me everything.

And then this morning I heard something terrible: The rock is gone. Not only that but three officers killed at the Reservation.

I dont care if youre black, white or purple. When you put on the uniform, you're kindred to me. Someone needs to catch whatever scum did this and make them pay!