>>18574329>But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.>There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.Miss USA gets ready to swing her bat to at the window in order to attack the sleeping Angels. She pauses and thinks back to the gruesome scene she witnessed at the Divine Mansion not too long ago.
>*sigh*>But seeing as you're all in mourning . . .>Besides, the powers that be have given me an offer that even I couldn't refuse . . .>Maybe we can put this vendetta on hold . . .>Even if it's just for a night.Miss USA steps away from the window and circles around the porch. She may be giving the Divine Angels a reprieve, but gathering intel on any location linked to them is still crucial for her crusade.
As she turns the corner she happens upon the electrical panel. She stares at it.
>It can't be helped.Miss USA grabs an axe propped up by a stack of firewood. She swings it twice into the electrical panel.
>The Angels may rest tonight->BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO DO IT IN THE COLD!!!Miss USA start swinging her bat at every window on the ground floor, laughing like a madwoman as she does. She then starts throwing planks of firewood, acorns and a rocking chair through one of the windows.
She kicks off the axe from the electrical panel and repeatedly swings it into the front door.
Satisfied with her work. She leaves the Angels to rest.
As the wind howls through the broken window and the door, so does Miss USA.
She disappears into the thicket, her laughter slowly being drowned out by the sound of the wind and the rain.
