Hello Grandmother,

I can’t talk long. Things are getting out of hand, which is exactly what I was planning. I’m actually writing you from inside the Shifting Sands, which is a lot more run down than I thought it would be. Clearly the robots here weren’t keeping up as well as I thought.

And there are a lot more forces out there trying to kill me than I thought. And I think, a lot of vamp forces that just wanted a legitimate excuse to wreck some robots. I’m pretty sure Fang sent a contingent of vamped up soldiers, but I don’t know what they’re here for exactly, whether it’s to end me or the robots.

I’m being chased down by a bad ass vamp who doesn’t seem to see any of the robots in front of her as obstacles. She’s of African decent with blonde hair, and runs around in a leather jacket, destroying everything in site. If I don’t make it out of here, it’s probably her that got me.

But I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve. Security here is pretty tight, but I know a few secret in’s and out’s that I’m hoping they don’t. And there are still a few big surprises left for tonight. If I don’t write to you again, start looking yourself. I know you’re not ready yet, but soon you will be, and there are so many mysteries left to be uncovered. I miss you grandma. Keep your nightlight on for me.

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