It’s warm for February
is a magnificent city at night, though it looks more like it was welded together than actually constructed. Sodium lights reflect off the oil tanks and sand-blasted wrecks of factories, a thin haze fills the sky, spreading the moon out through a wax paper-like gauze. I’m sitting in the drivers seat of a ‘78 Cadillac
picked up somewhere in Ohio
. I didn’t ask how he got it. I really don’t care. I don’t seem to care about anything right now. Jhasen
is dead. They needed a driver. That’s it.
Plakke is the only one here. He arrived by plane at about 3am and was waiting at the Denny's we’d picked the evening before. He looks tired. I suppose we all do. Chris and Rob and the rest should be here within an hour and then we can decide what we have to do. It’s at least a two day drive to Idaho. At least a half day hike once we get there. That’s without any problems. There are always problems.
I don’t know how far they’re willing to go. Scott has that look in his eyes that he gets before he takes a dare. I think he’s ready. I don’t know about Bates. He’s just a kid, really, and hasn’t been through anything like this before. Plakke looks tired. I’m glad he’s coming though, we’ll probably need him. I just hope he’s up for it. I'm as ready as I can be. I tied things up before I left, all that really amounted to was to make a few phone calls. I don't expect to be coming back.
I told Chris to bring what he had over the phone. I’m sure he would have anyway but wanted to play it safe. I think we’re going to need the firepower, though I hate to admit it. Things aren’t going to go smooth, we’ve already attracted too much attention with the stolen car. I don’t think we’ll all be there to finish this, but that doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that we do finish it.
"I wanted a mission ... and for my sins they gave me one. And when it was over I’d never want another."
--Letters from a Savior; Offer for a few--