Thursday, July 13, 2006

I Gave Up

I gave up and went home.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Tests?

Surfing the web last night, my eyes were opened to the sheer volume of people out there who know about the conspiracies surrounding my father's company and The Hanso Foundation. I'm amazed that there is a DJ out there who has semi-weekly podcasts that seem to revolve around what the Widmore Corporation and the Hanso Foundation are really doing.

Today was a dead-end in the search for Rachel Blake, so I'm not going to bother describing our fruitless searching. I did see an article in a local English-language newspaper about the disappearance of a local boy named Thom. I feel terrible that I got him killed, but I can't go to the police because I didn't see who shot him.

I don't have very much time right now. Kip and John want to use my laptop to triangulate the HELGUS ANTONiUS using one of my father's satellites.

I just wanted to mention one thing I found a year or two ago. I felt like getting up to a little mischief, so I hacked into Father's email account. It wasn't that hard. His username was cwidmore, and his password was the thing he loves most.

Anyway, I found this email. (I saved it to my hard-drive and I'm copying it to you now.)




TO>> cwidmore@widmorecorporation.com
FROM>> jsandyston@widmorecorporation.com
SUB>> Re: The Tests

Charles,
I'm writing to let you know the pregnancy tests are complete. No matter what the
truth is, the tests will show positive. They will be stowed aboard the flight, as per your instructions.
~James



What do you make of that?

Ok, Kip and John need my laptop.

I will track down Rachel Blake, you have my word.

And when this is all over... I'm going to find Desmond.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Don't Believe Her Lies

Since my last post, nothing of any importance has happened. Kip and John got held up in traffic, but they arrived eventually. They have been trying to hack into the Sanremo Wharf's records, but have turned up nothing.

However, I felt it was my duty to say... the latest post from Rachel Blake (here) is a fake. It's not actually from Rachel.

At first, I was excited to hear from her, because this means she's alive. Then I read the part about her Widmore severance package. That sent up a red flag for me, because I used to make it my business to know every employee of my father's company.

I did a search of the Widmore Corporation database and was unable to find any Rachel Blake as a past employee of the corporation.

So it's a lie.

Rachel is still out there somewhere, and she's been compromised.

Don't believe the liar on her blog.

The Search For Rachel Has Begun

For the first time in my life, I am truly terrified of my father's power. His reach is far and wide, and seems to encompass the entire globe. I never knew just how many contacts he has...

Perhaps I should back up.

Last night, as promised, I drove to the airport and climbed aboard Father's jet. I took flying lessons long ago, and decided it wasn't for me. However, I still retain enough information to get by. I flew all night long, arriving in Italy at about two o'clock in the afternoon. After touching down, I went directly to the Sanremo wharf.

There I found a young man of perhaps 19 or 20 standing in front of a large crate. On the front of the crate was the Hanso Foundation's logo. I immediately recognized the crate as the one in Rachel Blake's blog. It seems the crate was unloaded, not loaded onto the HELGUS ANTONiUS as I first assumed.

"Hello?" I said. "Do you speak English?" I began to get the feeling that the answer to Rachel Blake's disappearance lay inside that crate. If only I could open it...

"Yes," the young man replied. "My name is Thom. Can I help you with something?"

"Have you heard of the HELGUS ANTONiUS?" I asked him. He didn't answer, which I took to mean that he has heard of the ship which carried Mittelwerk away in the dead of night.

"Where is the HELGUS ANTONiUS headed?" I asked.

All at once, Thom seemed afraid. "I can't tell you that," he replied slowly. "He'd kill me."

"Who would kill you?" I asked.

The name that came from his mouth was whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear it. "Charles..."

Shocked and more than a little frightened, I stammered, "Charles Widmore?"

Thom nodded. "You know him?" he asked me after a moment.

"We've met," I said, regaining my composure. "I swear to you. He will not find out you told me. Where is the HELGUS ANTONiUS headed?"

Thom glanced from side to side as if scanning for someone who might hear him. Finding no one, he leaned in close to me. He opened his mouth to speak just as I heard something whiz past my ear.

His eyes widened in shock. A red circle of blood blossomed on his chest, soaking through his shirt almost instantly. He toppled sideways into the sea and sank beneath the waves.

I ran. Fast.

There was a sniper on a nearby roof, I'm sure of it. The whizzing sound must have been the bullet that killed Thom.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I should have stayed behind to look in the crate, but I was terrified. I'm sure my father hired the sniper to keep watch on the crate.

The question is... WHY? What could be so important that this young man's life had to be snuffed out?

Kip and John should be arriving at any time now. I'm in a hotel in the city, under an alias, of course. I've called myself Diana.

Wish me luck.

I'll post as soon as I find out new information on the whereabouts of Rachel Blake.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Things Have Changed

Des can wait.

After creating my blog, I was searching online for current unsolved mysteries regarding my father's company and I came across a peculiar blog about The Hanso Foundation, with which Widmore Corporation is closely associated.

The blog was written by one Rachel Blake, who has made it her mission to track down Hanso employees. However, she seems to have gone missing, as she has not posted on her blog in several days.

I feel for this girl. It seems she has been doing for The Hanso Foundation what I hope to do for The Widmore Corporation. She's started the ultimate exposee. I feel if we can team up, then together we can bring down these two supercompanies who have a frightening hold over the world.

I can only hope Father isn't reading this.

Anyway, instead of traveling to the area where we believe Desmond might be, I have convinced John and Kip to meet me in Sanremo, Italy tomorrow night to track down Rachel Blake. I'll "borrow" Father's private jet and go directly to Italy.

I'll leave by midnight tonight, so I should arrive in Italy around six in the morning our time. I'm going straight to the Sanremo wharf to dig up whatever information I can about this HELGUS ANTONiUS ship. Maybe that will be a good place to start...

I'll post as soon as possible, which will probably be around 4:00 EST tomorrow.

My Name Is Penelope

Hello, all! I'm Penelope Widmore, aka Penny, the daughter of Charles Widmore. My father is the man who owns the Widmore Corporation. Unfortunately. I can honestly say that I'm ashamed to be affiliated with this company.

I am a grown woman, although at times I wish I could crawl under my bed and have a good cry.

Desmond is gone.

Father sent him on a fake race around the world, promising him money as a reward. Des had no idea Father was trying to lead him to that place... that horrid island that no one can seem to locate. I can only hope Des reached it alive.

Recently, I received a phone call from John Staffcrook and Kip Tolenti, who are the guys I had stationed in the Arctic. They told me they've discovered a possible location of the island.

I'm so glad.

We're leaving to check things out within the week. I pray to God constantly that we'll discover my beloved Des alive and well.

I miss him so.