Day 152: 31 Dec 2010
They think they've escaped, but we are on to them. One of the men I turned to be a soldier knows things. He knows of a disused airbase 300 kilometers from here, and that must be where they are headed.
It's interesting, having access. So many minds, most of them tired and boring. But there are a few. . .
The one I spoke of earlier was an agent in the CIA. He was in New Orleans on vacation when we turned him into one of us. Another made bombs for the Russian Mob in New York City. Skills. We will use them, and use them well.
I have sent a detachment of men, two hundred strong, in several vehicles to the airstrip. They will wait a safe distance out and cut off Travis and his friends as they head back towards town.
And then, we will dominate. We will break this world and remake it in the way it should have always been -- under the God of the Seas.