August 6th, 2033
I can’t keep hiding any longer, not after what I’ve seen and what I’ve been shown. That’s what the dreams have been telling me and I’m getting the message loud and clear. Either, I pick up arms and go after the Threak, or slink away like a coward.
I’m not going down without a fight.
So, I’m heading back south. There’s a battleship hovering over the ruins of Los Angeles and an air base somewhere along Interstate 5.
I plan on destroying both.
It’s what I have to do.