WESLEY’S DIARY - PART 2
CONSTANTINOPLE - FEBURUARY 20th 1923
The Red Mosque: A Quick Visit
All-in-all Grand dispatched of three of the brothers of the skin during this exercise (for those who are keeping count). My research in the Topkapi Museum has only revealed the signature of Selim Makryat - no doubt a relative of Mehmet. Research about Garaznet reveals that he lived 400 years ago. He is buried in the oldest part of the sprawling and immense Ustadur cemetery on the other side of the Bosporus. He is buried in the Karacaahmet part of the cemetery. We also decide to check out the Red Mosque which is not far from the Hypodrome in a really old part of town.

Instead, we decide to walk headfirst into the next trap.

The Red Mosque

Cemetery Trap
Leaving just the crazed Rabi in charge of the simulacrum we set off in the middle of the night to the cemetery. Surprisingly, there are no large illuminated signs flashing in neon the word "trap: this way", but I can only assume this is simply because of the inevitability of what is about to pass. We arrive in the cemetery after finding a boat to take ten heavily armored men across the Bosporus ("Errrr, we're archaeologists, nocturnal archaeologists.") and find our way to the grave we are seeking thanks to the expert help of our faithful friend Feyal. Out of the midnight gloom, a madman appears. Feyal translates: "He says that 'there are lots of them coming! They are moving!'"

Skin Monster In The Grave - Greg Saves Wes
I make the wise decision to help with the digging next to the Englishman Grand. We labor for some time until we manage to clear enough earth to reveal the lid to the tomb of Garaznet. We prize open the lid and to my utmost shock and horror, a hideous and animated flap of skin springs from the tomb encasing my face, suffocating and clawing me. Instinctively my hand clutches at the nearest available weapon which unfortunately is my flare gun. The blinding, burning flash sends poor Grand reeling (after all, he only has one good eye.) and also sets my assailant on fire. My medical knowledge gives me an insight into the injuries being inflicted onto me: An insight which I would rather not have.

Skin Monster In The Grave

Brothers Of The Skin Mass Attack
As I emerge from my erstwhile tomb, I witness Irma cast a grenade into the attacking cultist hordes: Its effects are as horrific as they are instantaneous. The Hindoo also gleefully discharges several rounds from his Tommy gun into some creeping brothers; the flash of gunfire illuminates their swift end. I grab my Mondragon and spot one in the distance taking careful aim at us. He is unable to fire as my accurate shot removes a large section of his brain. Meanwhile, Gaidar, having saved my life (albeit probably only temporarily) leaps from the tomb with a stick of dynamite lit and ready.

Gupta Taken Down
I notice that the Hindoo has been incapacitated by a sniper shot - he collapses behind a grave. I take aim and take out another of the fiends, and then spot a sniper in the distance, dropping him too. Trent is meanwhile firing his shotgun at close quarters before throwing another grenade. Mass carnage, but they just keep on coming.

Shambler Summoned
In the darkness I can see some kind of monster: gun flashes and explosions briefly illuminate its terrifying appearance - Gaidar goes down under heavy fire, but not before he fires off a couple of shots. I manage to get a good shot on the summoned Shambler monster as do several others - more random firing and chaos - Trent is down now too! I spot Irma briefly illuminated in the distance as he blasts a fanatic with an MG at close range - and then feel the nauseating hammer-blow of a bullet to my shoulder from behind. Unable to breath, my legs collapse from beneath me and darkness closes in.

Kill Then All Wesley

The Game Is Still Afoot.