Chelsea storms into room 208 to see a thick and muscular Asian woman who looks identical to her sitting back in one of the chairs. She had thigh-length dark silver hair, sunglasses, and a dark red trench coat. She spotted the woman and slammed the door shut. She wore a basic white crop top and solid pleated mini skirt with opaque nylon thigh-high stockings that complimented her figure. She also wore a long red jacket covering most of her thick and muscular body with red stiletto heels.

Chelsea then confronts the woman, “Blair, you better restore everything and cut this shit out!” she demands.

Blair tilted her head to see the infuriated Chelsea staring at her, but her aloofness outweighed her fear of her, which she had none of, "What took you so long? It's been five minutes..."

“I don’t work for you!” Chelsea yelled. “Blair, what compels you to come in and out of my life like you own my soul?”

Blair then stares at her for a moment. And then she responded, "I'm thirsty."

After saying that, she got out of the chair, walked to the bar area, and poured herself two glasses of water. Then, she approached Chelsea and lazily offered her one.

With serious intent, Chelsea stared at the glass and then Blair, “What did you put in it?”

"It's water, Squeaky. If I wanted to drug you, it would be chloroform, and I would use grain alcohol to mask the taste. But I would mix it with acetaminophen for the anal pain you would have afterward.” She said with a straight face.

Chelsea just stared at Blair as if she was disgusted.

But Blair shrugged it off, "What, Squeaky? You have a nice ass. It's big and soft--!"

“No!” Chelsea declined while blushing.

Persistent, Blair sets her glass on the table. She took a sip of hers and sat back down. Against her judgment, Chelsea sat next to her but kept her distance.

Laying back in her chair, Blair foreshadowed, “This city is in ruins, Squeaky.”

Chelsea smirked, “No shit...”

"You would think by now England would get it right. Them being the seedbed of democracy and every type of violence known to man. Our government used to tell stories about savage people. The natives, the Egyptians, the Africans, the Russians, the Asians... Telling us inflates horror stories on how the 'Englishman' invented and discovered everything. And under the same breath, promote capitalism and demonize socialism. Making us all civilized folk."

Chelsea fidgeted in her chair, “We... did quite a bit.” Her being nervous.

Staring out into space, Blair continued, “Do you know what VISTA is, Squeaky?”

“I... The only Vista I know of is Windows Vista!” Chelsea was trying to make a joke, giggling.

But Blair didn’t laugh as it made her more nervous...

"VISTA. Variation, Inheritance, Selection, Time, and Adaptation. Funny how those educated men wanted Darwin dead after she spoke the truth about building a better society. Now more than ever, we need to follow these steps as our society has become top-heavy to the point that we have lost our balance. To understand this better, our population of outbreeding the danger is rather archaic. With the maddening desire to be accepted and be like everyone else having halted progression, we have been complacent.

"Knowing many variations of humans go beyond the surface, we can positively categorize those who truly belong here. To discover what has been left behind in our genetics. To rightfully select what we need in others. To cultivate such a section with the proper time. Finally, have those adapt to our ever-changing world by leaving those behind who can't. But we don't do that as those with the potential to make positive progress must suffer and breathe the same air as those who don't deserve to live."

What Blair had to say about humanity and society in general frightened Chelsea. She couldn't agree with what was always on her mind, but it made a lot of sense, even though she hated to admit it.

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"What we live through right now is nothing more than a failure to read and recognize the room. We all believed we were God's greatest creation and needed no further revision. Yet, we are physically, mentally, and emotionally unfit to live in this world we have created and the world we were born into. Meanwhile, others are indeed above us and have varied their species, inherited perfected traits that will benefit not only themselves but our society, selected those who are fit to live, and give time for those selected to grow and eventually adapt and overcome every situation that is put in front of them." Blair ranted.

"What this has to do with... Do you even know me? What does this have to do with you?" Chelsea asked.

Blair then tilted her head towards Chelsea as she took off her sunglasses to reveal her almond-shaped brown eyes, "while they are those who live among us who can easily take us down and we become the prey, there are those who live among us who want to lift us and progress forward with them. Many people now have the means, the motives, and the opportunities to stop what is happening today. Yet, we let our fear and prejudices dictate how we conduct our daily lives and our choices.

"Not want to drink the Kool-Aid, ate the paper cracker, read a few paragraphs in the book I barely read once a year, if not at all. Nor do I follow the trends of some celebrities and social media to fit in and be accepted by people I have no idea who or what they are. I never let those control me. They call it rebellion, even though it's supposed to be freedom.

"You sit behind a desk and tally up the bodies and broken dreams like you are a scorekeeper in a sports event. Those spreadsheets are irrelevant because of what we have now and can have; we shouldn't have to stack up and count the bodies. That's praising a falsehood of them keeping count of their kill as if they are hunting for venison..."

When Blair rants and raves like this while trying to be clever and captivating can be unbearable. Chelsea wanted to leave, but she couldn't. Usually, Blair will get to the point.

Then she finally spoke about why she was here, “our people gave the word to the Brigadier weeks ago about a pending attack that would happen in London. They gathered information on how many people would be involved, when it would happen, and how they would do it. We even gathered information by conducting a joint task force with outside influences that helped discover who the Daemonic Triad and this Holy Mother—along with her four lieutenants—are. This was more than dropping the ball or a cluster fuck. It was made by sheer and utter ignorance and negligence. With people dead, injured, and traumatized by such events tonight, the Holy Mother did exactly what she wanted to do."

"Why are you telling me this?" Chelsea urged. "This is above my pay grade!"

"Not anymore; it isn't." Blair then rose to her feet as she slowly walked toward Chelsea and leaned back in her chair. "Currently, you are going to be part of the Aethereal Queen's new task force like I am. Something you failed to tell me three months ago, Gamma Crucis. You are to come back with me to the tower."

The wide-eyed Chelsea shook her head, “I am sorry, I did tell you... I was too busy, sister--”

"Epsilon Crucis." She introduced. "You were stuck doing bitch work, Squeaky. Honestly, I expected you to play it safe," Blair interrupted. "You make any promises you can't keep. You make impossible goals that are too far-reaching so you can get out of bed in the morning without the urge to kill yourself before you leave the door... I'm giving you a way out of your monotony, and our Queen knows this!" She argued.

Chelsea looked away with her head in her hands. This was far too much for her, even though she didn't have a life. But all of that could change if she left with Blair.

Blair then pulled a piece of paper from her trench coat, “I think you should read this before you make another mistake, Squeaky.”

Chelsea looked up and stared at the piece of paper. She didn't know what it was or what message it held inside. Either she took it, or I would give it to her. She chose the former. She opened it up and started to read.

However, it wasn't good enough for Blair to "read it out loud."

With a deep breath, she cleared her voice and read the letter, "' For those of... for those of you who have survived tonight, was not because of one's mercy, it is because of God's. God's telling Abraham to kill her son tested her resolve and devotion. But God realized that Abraham was willing to kill for her, including spilling her son's blood; she had proven worthy of her love. I don't want you to believe that God would abandon you in your time of need; I bet she would allow you to rise as she did with Abraham's son.

'It is nothing personal what I've done to the citizens of London, but it was of my firm commitment, love, and devotion to my Lord and Savior. And with her son, I believe I was soaked in her blood by serving her ultimate test and forwarding to all of you one's indomitable will. Be proud that you have survived, so you will be strong enough to see what will happen days ahead as we cleanse the world of evil and the creatures born from it. So, they won't murder our fertile men, poison our children, and rape and impregnate our women. God save the Queen. The Holy Mother of the Third Revelation, Maria Boutonnière.'"

With her head down, Chelsea dropped the letter at its feet. She had never felt so physically ill and her entire life. Despite her having a desk job, she was still a Crucis Sentinel. Even though she wasn't cut out for the battlefield, she found ways to be helpful. But Chelsea would be ready if there were a time when she would be called to action.

It took a while to lift her head to what Blair right in the eye and speak to her, “I’m going to need my coat...”