The Germans have broken the American naval line and, as of last night, have occupied the city of New York in its entirety. This news is paralyzing, yet not as paralyzing as their methods.

Alongside their battleships and infantry transports, the German army is said, by telegram, to have been accompanied by a small force of aeroplanes, a new model outfitted with light-weight, air-worthy gatling guns. Twenty such craft were deployed from various ships yesterday and rained metal down from above onto the American navy.

Among the aeroplanes, on the hour of dusk, there emerged three others, whose wings were not of wood and metal, but of flesh and feather.

I am left to conclude these are three harpies of the same kind as Alice, the infant. These, we are told, were adults. This news leaves no room for imagination. The Germans have found, bred or stolen the three winged women of the prophecy from the blood cult or elsewhere. We are in the end times.

I desperately hope Alice has found Charles again, or, at least, a hiding place.

The most harrowing fact is that this information comes directly from the American telegrams. Why they have forgone secrecy I don’t know. They have told us all and this means something is terribly wrong.

I have increased my training speed, hopefully to a degree which is unnoticeable to Himes. There is only so much room for error. I stand on a needle’s point.