Valetni pauses before the shack, wondering if the Hydrogen Cyanide fumes have dissipated enough that he could enter without suffering another bout of illness. An idea comes to him, a wonderful, terrible idea as to how he could test this. With a grim smile he moves to the back of the shed, where the sacks of fertilizer are held. Shaking one out, he tucks the now empty sack into his waist cord as he sets off towards the lake. "Soon...Everything shall be cleansed." Are the words anyone would hear if they had happened to be listening in, but sadly this is not the. Who knows, if it were so, it could have prevented the terrible holocaust building on the horizon.