>>5840948>>5840978>>5841028>>5841169>>5841569>>5841590>>5841598>>5843149>>5843256Your next mark is Cecil Stedman, a mere human, yet one wielding considerable influence as the head of the Global Defense Agency.
Aware of Cecil's intelligence and his potential to uncover your true intentions, you decide to eliminate him preemptively. You orchestrate a scenario where Cecil's demise seems unrelated to you, ensuring that your plans remain hidden from the prying eyes of Earth's intelligence networks.
You watch Cecil, studying his routine, his movements, the predictability of his mundane human life. You choose a day when he's scheduled to drive a particularly treacherous route—a perfect setting for your plan.
As Cecil drives, you wait for the opportune moment. With a calculated act, you subtly manipulate the environment. A sudden mechanical failure, a brake line sabotage, just enough to cause a catastrophic accident, but not so overt as to suggest foul play. The car swerves uncontrollably, crashing violently. To any onlooker or investigator, it's a tragic accident, nothing more.
"Perfect," you murmur to yourself as you ensure that Cecil does not survive the crash. A quick scan with your superior Vitrumite senses confirms his demise. No witnesses, no ties back to you. Cecil was intelligent, yes, but as you often muse, intelligence is futile against the might of a Vitrumite. You've squashed him as easily as you would an ant, another obstacle removed from your path to domination.
With Cecil out of the picture, your infiltration into Earth's defenses becomes easier. One less human capable of thwarting your grand designs. You can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the efficiency of your plan. As you fly away from the scene, your mind already plots the next step in your grand conquest of Earth. Every action, every casualty, moves you closer to your ultimate goal: absolute control over this primitive planet and its inhabitants.
