Flight of Destiny

The flight from Las Vegas to Switzerland was uneventful. Ty and I talked briefly and asked Hans a few question, but then we settled down to sleep. Hans seemed somewhat unnerved by this. Possibly he expected us to be nervous wrecks. Possibly he expected us to be excited. Possibly he expected us to actually believe all the nonsense he was saying. Regardless, he was mistaken. Any rational person knows that if you're heading into an unknown situation - especially when you're still recovering from a hangover - sleep is a weapon. So we slept.

Perhaps I should actually go back briefly, though, and mention one event that occured just before the plane lifted off. We'd made our way to the airport in a black SUV, which we'd left parked on the airstrip. Clearly this is not a good move in regards to insurance. We'd no sooner boarded the aircraft when a second vehicle arrived, and three ...creatures... left out and started attacking the SUV.

They were big men with bulging muscles and charcoal-coloured skin and ... hair of flame. Actual flame. And the flame somehow didn't consume them. It was very ... odd.

On the positive side, they obviously weren't very clever, because rather than coming after the clearly departing plane, they contented themselves with ripping the roof off the SUV and howling with deadly rage when they found it empty. They reminded me of those soccer hooligans you see on TV.

I decided not to dwell on the event too much. I had no rational explanation for what had happened, but that didn't necessarily give any more credence to Hans' talk of gods and wars and the like. For the most part, I figured that Hans was attempting to recruit us into a religious cult.

I had no doubt that we'd disembark the plane in Switzerland and travel to a remote location where we would be met by a charismatic older man who claimed to either (a) be a god, or (b) be a representative of a god. Then the man could convince us that we are somehow the "chosen ones" who have been picked to fight a war against a previously unknown enemy. We'd be offered specialist training and/or equipment, and told that "only we can save mankind from this evil". Then we'd probably be sent to bomb the Pentagon.

You'd be amazed how often these things happen.