Day One Hundred and Forty

Day 140: 19 Dec 2010

If Cassie was trying to hide her plans from us, she didn't do a very good job. She was quite easy to find. She even made the hotel reservations in her own name, at a broken-down motor lodge forty miles outside the city. Not the best plan.

I would have preferred to leave her for later, to concentrate on our father's plan to regain control of this world, but no. Our father ordered that she must be removed from the equation first -- she had been a thorn in his side for too long now, he said. We were to end her life and the life of the God of the Skies before proceeding. Father would wait in the warm waters of the Gulf.

We arrived at the Bayou Motor Lodge just before midnight, and as one of my soldiers tried the door to her room, we were under attack. There was an explosion, which didn't worry me until I saw the first three soldiers in the stack twitching and bleeding on the ground. In seconds, they bled out completely. Quite dead.

I realized what must have happened. The blades from the God of the Skies. She had broken them up and used them as shrapnel for an improvised explosive device, shredding my soldiers on point easily.

We were more careful now as we moved inside the hotel.