Road Block.

We had to take a bit of a detour... By bit of a detour I mean we were just part of a crazy high speed chase through about 3 states and are now in Illinois. See we were passing through South Dakota as planned when we ran into a police roadblock. It took about half an hour to reach the front of the queue and then when the officer came to the car and looked in Kycilia did something completely fucking crazy. She took one look at the cop then drew her pistol and SHOT HIM IN THE FACE!

After this she immediately gunned the car, veered off the road and refused to stop. It wasn't long before cops were chasing us. Kycilia is a pretty crazy driver though and she managed to get us through every attempt they made to stop us. We eventually lost them, who knows, how many hours later and finally stopped. Unfortunately at this point in time we had apparently managed to drive all the way to Illinois. We ditched the car and continued on foot. We have no choice but to head straight down to Texas from here and hopefully pick up a new car along the way.

Oh and of course I asked her "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SHOOT A COP IN THE FACE?!"

Her response was that it was her uncle. I'll admit I was kind of stupid and this didn't explain anything to me and my response when she explained that he was dead was "Well yeah you just shot him."

Of course what she actually meant was her uncle had been dead for years. He had been a celebrated cop once upon a time but he had gotten involved with a hostage situation and had been sent in to deliver the requested money and bring out a hostage. Unfortunately some greedy bastard had decided to deliver counterfeit money instead of real money and the hostage taker checked the money. Outraged he shot Kycilia's uncle and three of the hostages before he made the mistake of walking by a window in sight of a police sniper.

Hearing this story I told her about my dealing with The Archangel and asked her about her own.

Apparently she had had a son who died at the age of 2 months. SIDS. She had been overcome with grief and the father had never been around. The child being the result of an accidental pregnancy. She told me not to ask anymore about that so I didn't. She left her son's room alone after he died. One day while staying home alone she heard the sound of a child crying. It was coming from her sons room. She went to the room and found her son lying in his crib and crying. For months afterwards it remained there. She never went back into the room but she could always hear it crying. She thought she was going insane. Especially since whenever company came over the crying would stop. As time passed she became more and more irritated and anxious. The Crying was driving her crazy. Finally one day she went back into the room. The creature, she refused to think of it as her son, stopped crying as she entered and gave her the most sinister smile a baby is capable of. She took it's pillow placed it over it's face and waited. The day after she left. No destination in mind she just left the house and started walking. Eventually a Last Rites member found out about her story, somehow she has no clue how, and contacted her telling her to go to their headquarters. With no other plans she decided to do so and that's it. She also informed me that sometimes she still hears the crying in her dreams.

So yeah that's a depressing story.

We're moving on now. There won't be anymore safehouses on the way this route. Just enemy territory from here to Dallas.

Lock and load it's time to go.