Andrew took off on us.
I'm not sure why. His note said things were happening and he was going to MIST HQ to look for his dad. I'd give him the benefit of the doubt if it weren't for the fact that, not long after he sped off, we got jumped by a hit-squad dressed in MIST gear.
Hal and I focused on disarming them, I think we were thinking on the same wavelength: that this was a case of mistaken identity. My shockwave attack (that I suddenly learned I could do. This becoming a goddess thing is really weird) sent a number of them sprawling. Lexi used her hotness powers (or whatever it was) to make the fight stop.
At least we got to question them, though Claire was very agitated (you'd think that all the girl-sex would take that edge off her personality). They started going on about how we're to be liquidated, an order from the higher-ups, and Bryn is being relieved of her position (through force or decree, I don't know, and it makes me worried). We've been totally set up, but then they started going out about us being under the influence of Utgard-Loki. Specifically, me. The fuck are they on about? More over the group kept dodging the question. What's going on?
Before I could get an explanation of that accusation, some bright glowing asshole flew into the main area and started talking like an avenging angel sent to purge the darkness. In the mood I'm in, I'm not going to put up with this BS. It's an obvious set-up and I feel like cracking some skulls.
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