I'd visited the United States before, of course, but mainly Boston, where an Irishman always feels welcome, and New York City. But Las Vegas, Los Angeles....the great American expanse out West...this was all new to me. I feel like an Irish cowboy. The sky is so wide, so blue and often nearly cloudless; land stretching before you in every direction. It feels--cinematic. Nothing quite like this back in Ireland, with our often gray skies and regular rainfall. I laughed at Nate when he talked about being inspired by so many movies to enter Law Enforcement, but I think I understand him better now...he grew up here, among all this vast expanse.
It sort of reminded me of parts of Africa I'd seen on UN peacekeeping missions; that was the closest thing I could relate to it.
Still disagree with Nate about Laurel's actions at the Vegas motel; I think the Voodoo stuff was a game changer. Unlike the cultist I put in cuffs in the earlier encounter, there was no telling with that Scion what she was capable of. Plus we were in the midst of battle. It wouldn't have been tactically sound to attempt to apprehend her anyway. I was rather busy when that all went down, ramming my mythic spear into the knee of a newly ascending god at the time.
Anyway, I think we mostly have that behind us now. I'm even alright with Nate wielding the Irish relic we found into our upcoming battle.
I think I can use Aisling to help us gain an element of surprise...she should be small enough to fly in unseen by the guards, and if we can get blueprints of the compound from the contractor who built it, I can send her to the main circuit breaker to cut the power just before we begin the assault. Don't want the wee lass to feel left out, after all. Plus it's about the only thing I can think of she can do for us that won't excessively risk her getting killed. I'm very fond of her, in a brotherly kind of way.
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