April 2nd, 2034
I finally got a hold of Ross last night. He assured me the picnic is still on despite the attack on Maricopa, which he laughed off as a classic case of bait and switch. He couldn’t elaborate over the airwaves, but I believe I’ve figured it out just the same.
There never was a meeting in Maricopa.
It was simply a ruse to find out once and for all if the Threak were monitoring our radio chatter as many of us had long suspected, and, bless their fuzzy little faces, they took the bait, – hook, line and sinker and confirmed our suspicions.
Unfortunately, it took sacrificing the town of Maricopa to do so.
Now that we know for certain the Threak are listening in, the strategic planting of disinformation has begun. Alpha Omega One has been on the air all day long delivering fake news reports regarding the devastating strike on Maricopa, and how the leadership of the western resistance movement had been killed in the process. He wonders aloud if we’ll ever recover and calls it “our darkest day since the invasion.”
Man, is he laying it on thick. Great stuff. I’ve always been a fan of good fiction, and it just doesn’t get any better than this.