The Hidden District

Dear Vera,

Last week (maybe not that long for you? I don’t know, considering how malleable time has been recently. Tying the shape of time to the exchange rate of GBP to EUR was probably not a great solution to the time travel problem that the Illuminati were facing, but well, at least it works when needed, and doesn’t fail that much) I reached The Hidden District, the place where the Freemason headquarters are located.

Many people say that this place is very similar to The Occult Neighbourhood, where the Illuminati headquarters is located. And, you know, sure, both places have grown around two superlarge secret organizations that are fighting a war to control the world in all times and spaces, across dimensions of possible and impossible realities. But that’s where the similarities end. The rest of it is all so different.

So, when we talk about Freemasons, we usually expect some secret satanic cult that has mystic hidden rituals (pretty much like the Illuminati). Yet, apparently, that only applies to the English branch of the Freemasons, as the rest are based on rational principles of science and engineering. Everything is mechanic in The Hidden District, automatized to the maximum, to a level unimaginable by current technology in the world.

And that has been, in part, one of my problems. When I walked into the nearest cafeteria for a drink (after weeks in The Plains of Angst and Sorrow I needed to get something!), I ordered a caffè latte and a piece of cake to the server in the counter. She pulled a weird face, and stared at me with large, unblinking eyes. In fact, the whole cafeteria stopped doing whatever they were doing, and stared at me.

“Unidentified meat-man” the lady in the counter pronounced. “Activate arrest protocol”. Before I knew it, the mechanical hive had captured me. Apparently, I had gone into a robot-only area of The Hidden District (that was the reason why the cafeteria looked so weird to me!) and, because they had not recognized my face, the robots in there used their hive-mind capabilities to perfectly coordinate a quick arrest.

Now I am waiting inside Freemason cell for my captors to come talk to me. I think this might take a while, because, apparently, due to the war declaration, the Freemasons have grown quite paranoid. Oh, well. I really hope I can work my way through this.




The tower of the world’s fate

Dear Vera,

I hope everything is well. I’ve finally managed to make it out of the Plains of Angst and Sorrow. Let me tell you how it all happened.

So, as you might remember, I followed the ram-skull-head person (that’s what I’m calling him… maybe her? I don’t know, let’s say “it”), and tried to ask it for directions. However, it was completely silent, and for some reason, kept advancing through the forest, without me even realizing where I was going. I think it was quite a long time until we reached the tower.

This was the most massive thing that I had ever seen. A large monumental complex, a tower larger than had ever been built, a giant shrine with some complex name like “Tower of the world’s fate” (I can’t say for sure, my reading speed is not as good for runes as it is for English, and we just went past the sign that indicated the name quite quickly). Now that I think about it, it’s quite strange that I had never seen it before, neither from The Occult Neighbourhood, nor from the air after the gigantic explosion. I guess a bone-white spear that cuts through the sky would be pretty visible. Weird.

The ram-skull-head person started to ascend. It went up the monumental complex, and I followed it. If it wasn’t going to give me any directions, at least I could walk up the tower to get an approximate sense of what direction I had to take to get to the Freemason headquarters. I spent many days climbing, avoiding the sculptures that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was really strange, the ram-skull-head person would go up a blank space, and when I got there, there would be some statue with a longsword, and I would almost hit it! I don’t know who thought about this mobile-statue kind of thing, but it’s quite dangerous, if you ask me, to have a 4-meter-tall statue holding a claymore as sharp as a surgeon’s scalpel to move around without any sort of warning (artists should consider health and safety, too!).

Now, when I got to the very top, the view was breath-taking. Like, literally. I think the tower went up over 8 kilometres, and the air was so thin up there that I had to use a ventilation spell to keep myself oxygenated. To be fair, I don’t know why I kept going up, following the ram-skull-head person. Maybe I should have stopped climbing after the first kilometre or so. I was looking for some landmarks in the surroundings of the tower to get some orientation when the ram-skull-head person raised its arms and bellowed as he looked out of the tower.

I have to recognize that I was quite startled. For a moment there I thought that he was having a heart attack (then, of course, I remembered that I had only seen the creature’s bones, so the heart attack seemed, though not impossible, quite unlikely). I hurried towards the ram-skull-head person and I saw that it’s robes and body had turned into the same white stone of the rest of the tower, in a position of raised arms.

Seeing that there was not much that I could do there, I looked around until I saw the Illuminati headquarters. It was quite hard to spot, but I saw the gold triangle shining in the distance. Thus, turning in the opposite direction would be the Freemason headquarters. The square and compass were extremely difficult to distinguish, but I saw them. It was a long way away, and would probably take me just as much time as it had taken me to get from headquarters to this tower to get there from the tower.

I must not have stepped properly when I was looking around, because I tripped and fell from the tower. I saw a statue with a lance launch towards the position in which I had been an instant before, probably to help me, and wondered what I would do. I barely had a few seconds to think of something. But before I could cast a spell, a large red bird with a fiery tail picked me up in its back.

I thought that I had seen this before. The bird seemed all too familiar, and I suspected that I had seen something like this before. And then it dawned on me: this was just like that Lord of the Rings scene in which Gandalf escaped the tower using the eagles! It was so amazing to fly like that!

The large bird took me out of the Plains of angst and sorrow, and near the Freemason headquarters. The white tower is not visible anymore, and there is just a vast green opening between me and headquarters. Let’s hope that this contact goes smoothly!



New Strategies

I wasn’t expecting such a quick arrival from you” Daniel commented, looking as Alissa ascended towards the platform of the flying craft.

Come on, Daniel. I’m a top level supervillain” she answered.

Yeah, but I mean, your main ability is telekinesis. It doesn’t give you that much of an advantage for speed” he pointed out. “And I don’t think you can contend that”.

Well, then imagine how frigging powerful I must be” Alissa stated, ascending through the staircase.

Several others were entering the Cloud Palace at the same time, arriving through different methods. Alissa only knew a few of them, but most faces were familiar by now. The Scandinavian-looking man with the glowing gold mane was crossing the entrance at that moment, followed by a Latina that Alissa could not recognize. The large entrance to Chairman Patil’s dominions stood open for all of them.

They all went directly to the Main Hall, and sat in their allocated spaces. Alissa sat with a small group of high level telekinesis users – even though most telekinesis users were quite proficient with their abilities, very few of them actually qualified as high level, due to the nature of the ability –, and greeted them while she waited for the council to start. Beside them was the group of the Scandinavian-looking man that Alissa had seen before.

Hey, I always see you around here” he introduced himself. “I’m Robert, from Oxford”.

So he wasn’t Scandinavian, after all. Alissa shook his hand. “Hi, I’m Alissa”.

I see that you are part of the telekinesis group. That’s a rare one”.

She laughed. “We’re still the largest group in the energy division”.

True, true. Though I have to say that we have a couple of promising recruits that might reach our level soon…”

Do I have to take that as a threat?” she joked.

Oh, of course not, not yet… We’d have all of the elementals to deal with first” Robert responded.

And the council of fundamental forces” she added.

There is no officer of gravity, so that’s just three members to fight off. It’s still probably impossible…” he said, making some mental calculations.

Alissa looked towards the large table in the front of the room as she felt the presence of Chairman Patil. It was impossible to not notice her, which was part of her power. In her realm, she could do whatever she wanted, and imposing her presence on everyone else was an important thing to do in front of hundreds of super powered individuals that could get cocky. It was the reason why she had been chosen as Chairman of the League of Supervillains.

Good evening to all of you, fellow members of the League of Supervillains. I am pleased to welcome three new members to this meeting of high level supervillains” she announced, and then paused. “I’m going to be brief today. Our current strategy is not working”.

There was a murmur in the room. Alissa had known this some time ago. Others probably had, too. It was difficult to not notice if you were active in the field. Just a week before, Jane and her had completely destroyed an entire building, and killed dozens of people in the process, including policemen, yet there had been no reaction from the Enlightened. There had been no disruption whatsoever, and, from the lack of national and international news stating the opposite, Alissa knew that this must be happening on a global scale.

Chairman Patil let them have a moment, and then silenced them all. “The Enlightened can resist the kind of traumatic events that we have imposed onto them. Social cohesion is keeping everyone together, and our current methods are not enough. In fact, we have noticed a strengthening of the influence that the Enlightenment has on its victims in regions where the population density has reduced drastically. Lower and middle class supervillains might even have trouble moving through some of those regions, which have now become hostile to us, the unenlightened”.

A woman from the crowd stood up. “And what is the plan of action?”

We need to change our strategy” the Chairman explained. “For that we need to do several things. We need more survivors, and more trauma that will agitate the Enlightened. And we need press coverage of it all, so that the Enlightened cannot just avoid facing the trauma”.

The discussions went on for a while. The specifics of the new strategies were completely uninteresting to Alissa, if not for anything else, because she had yet to see a method that would actually manage to startle the Enlightened and change things. It was also mostly things that had already been discussed: don’t destroy a school, kill an innocent child with a name instead. The impact was supposed to be stronger, at least in theory, but the work that needed to be done to research their victims was too much of a hassle for Alissa.

They’ve got it all wrong” Robert murmured. “It’s more about killing central members of the social map, those which are highly connected”.

Alissa turned towards him. “Do you think so?”

He doubted for a second. “Yes, that’s what I think. It’s probably even better to do so while in a public act that is being broadcast to the world”.

Then we already know who our first victim has to be” Alissa concluded. “It has to be someone like the president of the United States”.

Oh. That’s actually a good point. But wouldn’t that create a lot of chaos?”

Isn’t that the whole point of this organization?” Alissa asked, making a hand gesture to point around her.

True” he conceded. “That was a very stupid remark on my part”.

It’s OK, it’s not even been a year, and we are all learning how to be supervillains” she smiled. “Let’s sneak out of this meeting and get to Washington. It should be a short flight, because the Cloud Palace is flying over Toronto right now”.

Wow, so apart from telekinesis, you also have navigational powers?”

She was caught a bit by surprise. “Sort of, yeah…”

That’s incredible. Anyway, let me check if the president is going to be there today” he said, bringing out his phone. “Yeah, apparently he has a press conference this evening”.

Let’s go kill a president, then”.

The Plains of Angst and Sorrow, Part 2

Dear Vera,

I’m finally out of that cavern. Took me long enough! Anyway, let me first explain a few things about the mail system. Any time I make a ritual for mail that I send to you, I get a tracking number, which I can then use to see if you’ve received my letters. I’m telling you this to clarify some stuff I told you last week: time seems to pass very differently ever since I came into the Plains of Angst and Sorrow. The interval between my last two letters should have been of several months, yet, apparently, there was only a week in between for you. I also noticed that there were two months between the reception of the letter about the government. From what I’ve calculated, if time keeps bending, you will receive this letter before I send it!

Anyway, remember how I went to the cave a couple of months back? It was very nice of the bear to show me that shortcut, and I really thanked him. I think he was pretty moved, because he then extended his long sharp claws and tried to give me a surprise hug in the darkness. However, the floor was pretty slippery, and I was a bit taken aback by the suddenness of the whole thing, so I fell back. The bear advanced towards me, but it was so dark in there that he tripped and fell, with the extremely bad luck of meeting a stalagmite, which wasn’t supposed to be sharp. But the bear’s eye and a part of its brain were crossed by the rock, fatally injuring him.

The bear obviously panicked, and almost mauled my arm while I was trying to free him from the rock. I think the brain damage must have been quite severe, because he started talking about murdering me and my whole family, even when I helped him lie down on the floor, his arms weakly flailing towards me. I used a calming spell to make his last few moments more bearable (pun not intended), and then gave him a proper funeral service.

Of course, the problem with all of these things was that I was in the middle of a dark cave with a dead guide, so getting out of there was quite a challenge. Luckily, after many days of walking in the darkness I found some gorgeous murals that glowed with strange characters and figures that moved in every direction. I followed the moving men and women from the walls, and got to a dead end. I looked around, and saw that it was a room full with bones and skulls ordered neatly. It looked fairly similar to my own bedroom in the headquarters of the Illuminati, and I was glad that they offered a place for sleeping the night. I do have to say, there are some really nice people here, I don’t know why they would call it the Plains of Angst and Sorrow.

The next morning, the figures were impatiently looking at me from the wall. Apparently, I hadn’t noticed a sacrificial dagger that had been lit when I arrived at the chamber (so that was that light that had disturbed my sleep!). It looked quite dusty, and was full of cobwebs, so, trying to be a polite guest, I cleaned the place up to leave it in a better shape than when I had arrived here. Not to be arrogant, but I have to say that I did quite a good job about it. I even managed to clean some dirty marks from the floors, along with some blood marks in their centre. Apparently, the previous guest was rude enough to leave a blood mark in there.

Anyway, the moment I did that, the fiery figures from the walls started to scream. I think they were cheering for me, and thanking me for my help. They started to do some weird dance, frantically moving around, moving their arms up and down. But I had to fully clean it, so I kept scrubbing until all of the marks were gone. At that moment, the figures disappeared, and, for some reason, the cave started to collapse. Using a protective spell, I managed to navigate my way up and out of the cavern, but I think the figurines didn’t make it.

A figure with the skull of a ram then sentenced that “A civilization had been lost in that cavern”. It took me a bit, but then I recognized the thing! It was the one that appeared some months ago, when your letter turned into this forest! It started to walk away from me, but I decided to follow it. Let’s hope it can give me directions to the headquarters of the Freemasons!

Give my regards to mom and dad.


The Friday Supervillain Meetup

Alissa flew towards the skyscraper, and got into the penthouse at the very top. Marcus had left the entrance open, for any of the other arrivals, as he usually did. When Alissa entered the living room, Jane was already there, working on a painting. She said that, due to her mental powers, she worked best when she was around others like them – people who had not been affected by the Enlightenment. Jane raised her eyebrows, noticing Alissa’s mind in the background. She blushed a little, and her painting became noticeably more intense. Alissa didn’t want to interrupt her, so she greeted Jane just by thinking of her. She then went straight towards Marcus and the others.

So, what’s new?” Alissa asked.

Marcus turned to greet her. “Hey, Alissa, glad to see you” he smiled. “Lin was just telling us about this new suit of armour that she is building”.

Oh, that sounds interesting” she responded.

Lin, can you do a quick recap for Alissa, please?” Marcus asked.

Sure. I’ve told you guys on many occasions how I’ve been working on functional armour that was responsive to our powers” Lin explained. “Well, I finally have the blueprints and the first prototype for a hand piece that can optimize and even improve my abilities!”

That’s really cool” Alissa said.

Will you please make a demonstration? I want to see the difference”.

Well, Marcus, I wouldn’t be telling you guys about this to then keep you in the dark, would I? I’ve left my things next to the entrance, I’ll be back in a sec”.

Jane joined them.

Are you done painting?” Alissa asked her.

No, but I wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to see that glove at work” she said. “Also, I’m working on quite a complex piece, so I’d like to take my time to complete it” she explained.

Before Alissa or Jane could say anything else, Lin got back into the room with two small potted plants that looked quite similar to each other. She was also holding a glove, and some measuring equipment. Before saying a thing, she placed one plant in the centre of the room, and set up the measurement equipment around the plant. She left the glove on a coffee table on the side.

So, I’m going to make a demonstration. I’m going to output about 2000 calories of energy each time, and make the plant grow” Lin announced. “The meters are going to make sure that my power output is the same in each case. You will see how different the results are”.

Lin started to concentrate her power. Alissa noticed how she was struggling – Lin had never been the strongest member of the team, which was, in part, the reason why she had geared her efforts towards innovation, in order to catch up with her teammates –, but did not say a thing. Jane took a hand to her temple, which Alissa knew was Jane’s way of closing her mind to her surroundings. Lin’s struggle seemed quite off-putting mentally for Jane.

Seems like a lot of effort for not much results, am I right?” Marcus murmured.

He was right. The plant had barely grown a few leaves, and looked greener than before. The meter had hit 2000 calories, and Lin looked quite tired. She showed the rest of them the plant, and left it aside. She then placed the second plant in the same position, and put on her glove. Without saying a word, she started to concentrate once again.

The change was immediate. The plant doubled in size, and its leaves were much thicker than before. Everyone in the room was very surprised, and gave a round of applause. Lin thanked them with a nod of her head, and took off the glove.

As you can see, the amount of calories spent has been the same in each case” Lin said, pointing towards the monitor.

That’s incredible” Daniel commented.

And this is only the first iteration” Lin answered. “It’s not been optimized, and could perform much better”.

I think you should take it to the next meeting of the League of Supervillains” Marcus said.

Now that you mention it, I received a notification” Alissa interjected. “The League has called for another meeting next week, I think”.

Marcus seemed pretty surprised. “I haven’t received any notifications” he stated.

I have, too. But I think it is a top-level-only meeting” Daniel explained.

Oh, I hadn’t had the time to read the whole notification” Alissa said.

Alissa noticed her anxiety going up a bit. The power-level classification was a sensitive topic for Lin and Marcus (even though he insisted that he didn’t care). Alissa herself didn’t really care much, but she noticed that their expressions had mutated, and felt some awkwardness continuing with the topic. She was looking for a way out of that situation when she started to feel relaxed again. Alissa knew that this must be Jane, softly tapping into their minds, helping them relax the tension.

It’s just some admin stuff, quite boring, really. The meetings involving the whole League are way more interesting” Daniel said.

It’s probably just Chairman Patil announcing some changes, right?” Jane added.

Alissa nodded, mentally thanking Jane for the assistance. “Yes, I think so. We’ll tell you guys all about it when we’re back”.

Yeah, cool, that way we get the summarized version. I mean, come on, Chairman Patil can sometimes go on about stuff that nobody cares about!” Marcus said.

I don’t think she is that bad. Sure, she is quite repetitive, but at least her message tends to be clear. I think the Secretary, Salman, is way worse. Every time he talks it’s as if he is dictating a conundrum for us to solve. I cannot make out any sense of what he means, not even with my telepathic abilities!” Jane followed.

God, you’re right. He’s the worst” Marcus agreed.

From there, the conversation derived into other topics, gossip about other supervillains, future projects that they were working on, jokes… In the end, the Friday Supervillain Meetup ended on a light note.

The Plains of Angst and Sorrow, Part 1

Dear Vera,

It’s been a long time since I last wrote a letter. Well, at least it has for me. I am still trying to understand what’s going on with time and space, ever since I entered the Plains of Angst and Sorrow.

So, as you might remember, back in March I sent you a letter telling you about a mission I had brainwashing some cabinet members in Washington. The following week, when the Freemasons noticed that we had replaced the members of the president’s cabinet with golems, they declared war on the Illuminati. As I already told you in that letter, I was going to try to negotiate with the Freemasons.

So I sent you the letter and went to the Plains of Angst and Sorrow. The headquarters of the Freemasons are on the other side of the plains, so I just needed to cross the plains to get there. Easy job. Except the region has now been covered by a thick forest (I think this is my fault?), and is almost impossible to navigate, even on foot. I summoned a hatchet to open my way through the vegetation, yet the moment I entered the forest, it melted in my hands. Like, even the wooden part of it, turning into some weird sludge that dropped to the grass.

The moment this liquid touched the floor, it exploded, sending projectiles in the direction of the Occult Neighbourhood, and throwing me to the floor. Luckily, I wasn’t harmed, because I fell on a bed of unusually comfortable grass. It was pretty cold in there, and, in fact, I was quickly trapped in a block of ice, yet it was soooooo comfortable. Dad would have loved it, because it had great support for the back (and you know how picky he can be when choosing a mattress).

Anyway, from the directions I had gathered before leaving the Occult Neighbourhood, I had to travel north, while the grass was taking me somewhere towards the west, so I lit a small fire in my hands to slowly melt the ice enclosing. The problem was that drawing Dark Runes for spells is quite hard in such a cramped space, and so I made a small mistake and used the superlative imperative to create the fire, instead of the common imperative (I know, I know, this is some Dark Rune linguistics gibberish), thus setting literally everything in a five kilometer radius on fire. Every single atom of every single molecule in a sphere around me was on fire.

Everything happened in a quick succession from there. I think that, because the ground was below me, there was a lot more stuff on fire below me than above me (because air is very thin when you compare it with five kilometers of Earth’s crust), so the massive amounts of energy lifted me, the only object that was not on fire (thanks to the extremely handy fire resistant Illuminati cloak), high towards the sky. The lift was enough for me to see the circular blast spreading in every direction and a mushroom-shaped cloud forming just below me.

As I was up in the air, I noticed how far I had travelled from the edge of the Occult Neighbourhood. The Illuminati Headquarters was barely visible as a dark tower in the skyline, and the yellow triangle on the top was not discernible against the sky. It would seem that the grass had taken me miles away. However, I did not have much time to look around, because my imminent fall and the shockwave of the explosion were more urging matters at the time. I deployed the handy parachute that the Illuminati cloak has in it (I could sing the praises for that cloak, it’s truly a great tool for the job), and landed safely, not as far from the blast site as I would have liked.

The gigantic hole was being filled with superhot materials from the crust’s lower layers, which, added to the radiation, created an extremely dangerous combo. I fled the place, always followed by that wave of destruction, and ran towards the north. Days passed, and I eventually reached a calm area, from where I could start to travel like a normal person.

Sorry, I can’t continue writing. A very friendly looking 6-meter-tall bear is telling me that I need to go through a dark cave to continue my travels. At least, that’s what I’ve understood. The bear says that it will absolutely show me the way to my destination, and definitely not lure me into a dark cave to kill me and steal my organs. Sounds pretty trustworthy!

Regards to everyone at home. Love,


The date

“You know, I don’t intend to be hurtful…”

“But you are going to be anyway”.

“Well, yes. This coffee is not very good at all”.

“Do you know how many people have died for this coffee?”

Jane looked around at the rest of the Starbucks. “I’d estimate around 35 people?”

In a sudden arm movement, Alissa destroyed the bathroom. There were screams inside, which finally faded as the rubble and humans inside were compressed to a small cube the size of a trash can. “That makes 38” she said.

“Look, I’m not saying it’s your fault. I really appreciate the effort it took to kill these people. It’s just that the coffee here has never been great, and since there is no incentive for improvement…”

Alissa sighed. “I know. Things have been pretty stuck ever since humanity found Enlightenment”.

Jane held Alissa’s hand, and smiled at her. “Hey, don’t feel down. This is the best date I’ve been to so far”.

“So far?” Alissa did not like those words.

“Yes, so far, because I’m sure our second date is going to be even better” Jane said.

The response took Alissa by surprise. She smiled at Jane, held her hand, and pushed her up “Let’s go. We’ll find a better place”.

As they were walking out, Jane stopped for a moment. “Do you think we should… I don’t know, destroy the place, or something?”

“I guess we should? I don’t know, I’m just not very good at this ‘being a supervillain’ thing”.

“Same here” Jane answered, while looking at the shop. “Maybe I can infuse these corpses with artificial minds, and use them to terrorize the city?” she suggested.

“That sounds villainous” Alissa conceded. “But only the ones that are in a proper condition”.

Jane concentrated her psychic powers, which made a small bright circle appear in her forehead. Several rays of light emanated from the circle, and hit the corpses in the Starbucks. The dead bodies rose back up to their feet, and exited the shop. The two women walked out, and looked at the policemen who had gathered outside.

“Please, we ask you to stop your criminal activities” one of them shouted.

“I’ll take care of them” Jane said, and she telepathically commanded the dead that she was controlling to attack the policemen.

The twenty or so corpses that were under her control attacked the agents that had surrounded the coffee shop. These men and women, shooting courageously, were not phased when any of them fell, and, without letting their emotions cloud them, they dealt with the dead effectively. Alissa looked extremely annoyed when she had to stop the stray bullets that flew towards them in the fight.

“Don’t you get angry that your comrades died?” she asked the policemen.

“No. We are going to miss them, but anger goes against Enlightenment. The best thing that we can do to honour their memory is to give them a dignified goodbye, and to try to stop you to the best of our power” one of them said.

Everyone seemed to agree.

“I can’t believe this!” she yelled. She then turned towards Jane. “Not even the slightest reaction!”

“Do you want me to…?”

“No, no. You must be tired. Let me do this”.

Alissa advanced towards the police agents. They warned her not to walk another step, but she did not listen. When they started shooting her, she deflected the bullets back towards them. Some of them were injured, but others were still trying to fight her. She pushed the ground open, and an enormous crack surrounded the police cars and agents. A nearby building started to sink, and Alissa pushed it to the ground, and down into the crack.

“I think that qualifies as supervillainous?” she said.

“I hope so. I’ve killed several police agents, and all of the innocents in that building. Plus, damaged a lot of infrastructure”.

“Anyway, what now?” Jane asked.

Alissa thought about it. “Let’s go find a coffee shop where we can get some decent coffee”.

She held Jane and started to fly away.


The next morning, Alissa was reading the news on the computer, looking for any sort of information about the destruction that they had provoked. She found a small piece of news. “Destruction in Clover Street” it read. The news report explained that a crack had opened on the ground, and that it had produced important destruction. No mention of Jane and her producing the destruction, and fighting and killing the policemen. It had all been deemed a part of a natural disaster.

“Damn it!” Alissa cursed.