Hey everyone. Real fake Ryan here again... So, since my last post things have gotten a little intense... Until I can be sure I'm safe I won't be able to post about my work with Matt again. I'm going out of town for a while just in case. I've got some friends up north I'll be staying with. Just hope the wi-fi there is good... All things considered I think it'd be best if I talk about something less risky which is why I'll be talking about some of my other work today. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Before I met Matt, I bought gift cards on the deepweb. Mostly amazon, the prices were pretty good and I tended to spend money there so it's a win-win right? In doing this I got myself interested in the sale of goods on the deepweb. Turns out you could get stolen stuff alot cheaper than you could get it from amazon. One popular kind of service was the sale of apple products made from pieces stolen from the production line. Just for reference, I never bought any of that stuff, I was still pretty broke at the time and it seemed slightly too risky. But the process through which that phone got from China to a doorstep, that was pretty interesting to me. I did a little digging and found a few people who ran deliveries in the UK. I hit it off pretty quickly with one of them over a common interest in gaming, which was accentuated by the fact they were a girl, something of a rarity back then. I'll call her... Lara. After our favourite childhood game, of course.

She drove packages from anonymous drops to the buyers houses. She was kinda freelance, she had an organisation that had work for her often but she did work for others when that work got slow. I found her job quite enthralling, she never knew what was in the packages she delivered, the name of the recipient, or who it was from. She just drove from point A to point B. No questions asked. However, her employ also meant she had to stay quite inconspicuous so she was pretty introverted, only went out to do her job. I feel like I'm getting a bit sidetracked here... Well it was approaching Christmas and apparently she was getting quite busy and had taken on a job she couldn't do. Backing down from a job after taking it on, especially on the deepweb, never looks good. I asked her if she had any idea what she was going to do, all her other contacts were too busy to pick up the job so she was running out of options and time. That's when she said the sentence that really kick started my interest in the deepweb. "Would you mind covering me? I'd pay you of course." Now... Let me tell you... That sentence had me feeling like a kid on Christmas, which was a pretty apt metaphor considering the time of the year. I asked her for the details, turns out the drop was in the next town over and all I had to do was drive the package about 15 miles and I was done! I accepted, looking forwards to putting my not so new, new car to the test.

Two days passed, my anticipation for my job rising exponentially the closer it got. I woke up at 5am and hopped in my car, beginning the drive to the drop site. It was a fast food restaurant in the city centre, apparently I'd find the package in the disabled toilet. Repeating that phrase, it sounds uncomfortably like an innuendo... The fast food place was your average grimy shop that only really had business thanks to drunks and desperate people. I walked over to the toilets and entered the disabled. Sure enough, a small brown package about the size of a DVD case was sat behind the toilet. I snatched it up, placing it in my backpack, and left the crusty shop behind. Once back behind the wheel, I began tapping out the postcode for the recipient, beginning the early morning drive. Stupidly, I took a motorway and ended up locked in traffic. Which left me plenty of time to ponder the contents of the package... It's only the size of a DVD case, what could it be? Was it a DVD? Maybe some snuff film? I know people paid alot of money for that perverted crap on the deepweb... The thought made me visibly cringe. I turned up my car radio and settled in to the tacky Christmas music and spiralling thoughts.

I decided the package had to be something really small and valuable, otherwise why get it off the deepweb? Maybe it was jewellery, maybe drugs? Those were both pretty valuable right? The package was pretty heavy for the size though so I doubt it was drugs... Maybe stolen gold? I had no clue but my theorist brain ebbed away at my absent thoughts. Maybe I could open it? Just get a peek? It was sealed with brown packing tape, I could just re-seal it right? I'm sure there would be a shop on the way I could get tape from... In true me fashion, my curiosity got the better of me and I decided I'd open one of the smallest ends, maybe whatever was in there would slide out and I could replace it without any sign of my tampering... Still sat in the traffic, I took out the stanley knife I keep in my glovebox and cut the tape sealing away the contents. Pulling the cardboard flap open with cation fitting that of bomb disposal, I eyed the contents within. Bubble wrap, lots of it. Sliding it out, my eyes were met with 6 vials of white powder and a handwritten letter on lined paper. The car behind me honked. I drove forwards about an inch and continued my exploration. The letter read as follows:

Invoice. Destroy once confirmed. Do not keep any other record.

6 x KCN, 10g

Priority Delivery, courier.

Price paid (£): 399.99 Delivery charge (£): 49.99

This had me immediately shaken, KCN? What was that? Deciding that I'd found out too much, I replaced the contents. The package was near identical to it's original state bar the cut tape. I had time on my hands so I googled KCN on my phone and realised how glad I was I didn't get any closer to those vials. Knowing what was inside replaced my intrepid excitement with dread. Perhaps knowing less was better in these situations...

After finally breaking free from the motorway traffic, I headed to a convenience store and picked up some tape, carefully re-packaging my delivery. It looked like new once I was finished, which is the only acceptable outcome given the risk I had taken opening it... I continued my drive though suburban streets until I reached the address. I ringed the doorbell, package in hand. My instructions were to ask for a "Mr. Wythe" (Fake name, of course.). A woman answered the door, an infant in her arms. "I-I have a packa -" My explanation was cut off by her yelling. "There's a kid here with a package for you!" the lady curtly left with a half smile, thundering footsteps approaching the door. "Thanks lad. Merry Christmas." Said a tall man with more facial hair than actual hair. His expression seemed happy but there was something in his eyes... Something sad. Before I could say anything the door was closed on me. I returned to my car and began the gruelling drive home. Decidedly avoiding the motorway this time.

Once inside, I sat at my crappy old laptop and messaged Lara. "Mission complete!" I said, faking happiness. All I felt was dread and confusion. I regret opening that package... "Yep, I got the all clear from the client. Thanks for helping me out :) I sent you your pay to your normal paypal, don't spend it all at once!" I checked and sure enough, £30 had been sent to my account! I knew the guy had paid £50 but if I said that, she'd know I looked so... "Thanks! Merry xmas!" I replied, a slight smile on my face. Not bad pay for driving around for a couple hours... I'd rather stick to my day job though. The only weird substances at McDonalds was the food, and I worked the drive through so I didn't need to deal with that crap.

Hope that story will keep you guys satisfied until I feel confident enough to talk about my work with Matt again... Thing really are getting intense... If I stop posting, I'm fine, I'm just laying low for a while. Making all this public is getting me some attention I'd rather not have from people I'd thought myself rid of... Well, I hope it's worth it. I have promises to keep. Until next time this whole goddamn situation is gonna leave me with yet another night of no sleep.