Wars were a messy art. Those who tried to make it into a science were doomed to fail. Those who learned it's ebbs and flows, and could read the strokes of it's brush could control life and dead. This what Your Truly was amaster at doing. Her main weapons was fear and lies.

She picked up a phone and light flexed her throat to put her voice into Mary's voice. Mary was a sweet southern bell with a hint of a Spanish past. Her past was that of a religious zealot whose family was killed in Izbia on that horrid day. Her family was wealthy. She was well known to be anti-nova. That was all she needed for acover story. She could look and act the part and she had money.The people she delt with didn't ask to much about her.

Speaking softly she listened to her word.They were hate felt and feminite. She hated this voice.It was just dirty to her, still it fit and was a prefect match. she reached out to pick up her phone. It was a prepaid phone. She dialed the number, then waited. call was anwsered by a slow talking man. It would be stupid to think he wasn't smart because of how he talked. He just took his time with his words.

"Who is this?And how did you get this number?"

Every time it was the same. He would always get new phone and never understand how she got the new numbers.It pissed him off some but it also let him know he was deal with something who knew what hey were doing.

"This is Mary, and you are falling behind in your projects. We know that you need to get rid of the dead weight. So, go do it."

"I can't rightly do that. They will make us look the bad guys."

As if that was news to her.

"You can't be more charming than them.You can't out smile them.You have to make it clear that if you work with hem you are just as bad as them. If you try to be them your soul is just as rotten as them"

"I understand. Still, you know what the higher ups think. We have to keep this clean. We have to come out smelling like roses."

"Do you not tell me how they small like rose.They have red hands.They smell of shit. You know the numbers to call, the places to go.You have a war to fight and if you don't fight it on your terms you will be fighting on their term. Those in our great church will either figure this out or be removed. No more fence sitting."

YT hung up the phone. SHe flexed her thoarts muscles To lose. She had given him everything he needed to start a bloody swath of death. The targets she had given were small,and soft.They were their to cause fear and panic. The chance of a nova being hurt was small.The people who were going to die would be the "innocents".Or rather those who worked with novas,and those who tried to be novas.

She threw the phone into a black back pack. It had a few heavy items in it. The phone need to sink. That phone was going to take a nice visit to the bottom of the great Los Angeles bay.

Noticing the movement in in the bed she smiled. Her lover was stirring as if she was waking up, but Yolanda knew better. Her lovely wife didn't sleep, she just started to think intently on something. Most of the time those thing were beyond Yolanda reach to understand sometimes they were not. It was up for wife to tell her what she was thinking.

"Hun, I hope you are ready to move.I am thinking of doing something fun."

A lazy shake of the head told her all she needed to know. Her wife knew her too well. Still she was offering. She was trying to change.

"Well, are you ready to talk to set up the peaceful counter to my deer preacher Smith?"

She noded.Yolanda knew all to well that her wife sometimes didn't talk because talking was a bothersome .It was to complexly simple. It was just one of her little things.