On behalf of my technology:
To the only bloke that would be able to read this, and to the sorry bastard that decides to get their hands on this document: I present to you a confession of some sort. You both know who you are, I am slightly fond with one of you, not so much for the other dickhead.
I'll prove the rumors about me: Yes, I do have advanced technology at my disposal. This technology would be described bluntly as: unfair, a war crime, or disrespectful on YOUR terms. However, I'm only using a fraction of what I could be doing. If Farmer could fix the shit I have broken in my uniform, you would all be dead where you stand, no syringe to pick yourself back up. I'll give you something to remember next time I'm looking down my sights and you're hiding around a corner:
I can always see you. No matter how much you're behind something, no matter how clever you hide, and no matter how invisible you are.
I have a shot lined up for you no matter what.
Cheers,
Hunter