Guys, I’m pissed.
Really pissed at that bastard Caleb.
I don’t even want to talk to him.
But you—my boys—you don’t get to let me down.
I know you won’t.
And yeah—go to hell.
I know I just posted that I cooled off, but that was in the moment.
Right now? I’m angry.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?
Go to hell.

But this is who I am.
I can’t do it any other way.
We can’t just abandon them.
Yeah, yeah, don’t look at me like that.
I know—it’s messed up.
But there’s no other option.
We have to pull them both out.
Guys—
I need you.
Put your dicks away, alright?
Go jerk off later.
Right now I need your power.
Nate and Caleb—
both are deep in it.
We have to pull them out.
Nate — business and mental.
Caleb — mental.
Though honestly, I doubt he’d say no to help with business either.
But priority is mental.

Yeah, yeah, I know I said Nate was fine—
it’s different.
Oh my God, will you stop already?!
We need to get them out.
Guys—Thursday and Saturday, we focus everything on this.
We pull them out.
Mental work on Thursday.
Full load, guys.
Two hours. Maximum intensity.
Knock the shit out of everything rotten inside them.
Rip the darkness out.
Me, those crazy bastards,
and Caleb’s father—we’ll pull the darkness out.
Yeah, don’t even ask.
His father hates me—and wants me just as much.
So yeah—he’s in on Thursday.
We rip the darkness out.
You guys stabilize everything else.
We need to reset their minds.
All the childhood trauma surfaced on Wednesday.
Hit the inner alpha hard.
It’s going to shake them.
Then Thursday—we finish it.
Friday—we fix the business.
And Saturday—we lock it all in.
Guys, I swear—I’ll kill you if you start holding back.
If I say we do it—we do it.
Nate and Caleb need to be put back on their feet.
That’s not up for discussion.
Yeah, yeah—I’ll grab a telescopic baton if I have to.
You crazy bastards.

And one more thing, guys—
if you think you’d never end up in a mess like this,
that something like this could never happen to you—
remember how Caleb used to look down on Nate,
how he saw him as weak, not even worth sympathy.
So watch yourselves.
Life can hit you a lot harder than this.
You need to know how to help
and how to show up for each other.

Timing:
1:00 PM Moscow time.
Guys—two hours.
Then straight to sleep.
The energy is going to be heavy. Really heavy.
To handle it, you’ll need to rest afterward.
At least a little.
Two hours is a lot. A lot.

I’ll be pulling them out—almost constantly plugged into the field.