**A large note is pinned up on the Duty notice board, engulfing the usual spam with something more interesting, a note written in fancy red lettering. It Reads:
Dear brothers and sisters of Duty, I must regret to inform you that I shall be resigning my position as Sergeant, and will assume a normal(ish) life with my- **Some writing scored out**
I shall still be around, and please do not take my resignation wrongly, for it is with due reason which I leave . . .
. . . And I won't fret to shove my size 12 boot up your bloody arses, should you come to irritate me, which, I might add, is one reason I wish to leave.
Anyways, I hope to see you around the Zone, and I most certainly hope you remember . . . Keep your discipline, for it will serve you well.
**Extremely small lettering follows.
P.S, Sorry about the armoury . . . I'll make it up to you some time.
**And rightly enough, the armory does seem to be devoid of decor, what's missing is currently a mystery, as the log books have been . . . Coincidentally misplaced.
-Staff Sergeant Owen Winters, S.T.A.L.K.E.R.