The Trickster was currently contemplating a fitting end for one Robert J Masters. With all of his dickishness there were literally dozens of fitting ends. He had narrowed it down to having him smothered to death by two female mud wrestlers or a case of chronic terminal diarrhea. He had just decided on having old Bob shit himself to death. He raised his hand to snap his will into existence when he felt a brush against his grace.
There was only one being who knew where he was and what he was currently doing, Daddy Dearest. And since Dad was pretty much letting him do what he want and not telling his older brothers Michael and Raphael where he was, The Trickster, AKA The Archangel Gabriel knew to listen when Dad wanted something. Sighing he snapped his fingers and found himself sitting at the end of a dock beside a young kid with a bamboo pole, line dangling in the lake.
"Hello Gabriel." The boy said turning to look at the Archangel. "Still handing out my wrath I see."
"Hi Dad. You wanted to see me?" Gabriel said warily. It was rare when his father called him but he was always worried that he would be ordered home, the one place he didn't want to be. Michael and his best buddy Zachariah could give him the universe's worst migraine in no time flat, quite a feat considering angels don't get headaches.
The child chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not telling anyone where you are and I'm not sending you back, I need you to deliver a message."
Gabriel let out breath. "Of course, I'm still your messenger. What's the message and who do you want me to deliver it to?"
Gabriel looked down at the two young men asleep on lumpy jail cots. Of course Gabriel knew who they were. There wasn't a being in the heavenly host that didn't. You just didn't come across piety like these two had anymore. They had even sent a few prayers his way from time to time.
Gabriel had arrived at their apartment just in time, Dad had plans for these two so letting them get killed wasn't an option. Even if he was a bit put out at having to lower himself to play guardian angel. But he liked the way these guy's minds worked, it appealed to the trickster in him so he actually enjoyed helping the first twin rip the toilet from the floor and carry it up the stairs to the roof. And it really wasn't that hard to guide the toilet to it's target, guide the lighter haired twin to land on the guy with the bandaged head and keep that bullet from hitting the darker haired twin. He was an archangel after all.
And then the darker haired twin used to toilet lid to take care of the second assailant. As far as Gabriel was concerned it was well deserved. After all if the Russian guys had had any sense at all, a cracked skull and a burnt ass would have been warning enough to steer clear.
Of course then there was the trip to the hospital. You don't jump 5 stories without getting injured, Gabriel had managed to heal all of the major injuries leaving only the bloody wrists for the doctors to deal with. Then of course the two had to turn themselves in to the police which is why Gabriel was now standing in an unlocked jail cell looking down at the MacManus twins peacefully slumbering and dreaming of sugarplums dancing in their heads. Okay not sugar plums, Their dreams were way more adult than that, Gabriel almost felt bad for the cock blocking he was about to do but when Dad tells you to deliver a message.
Looking up Gabriel watches as water begins to drip down from the cracked ceiling onto the two peacefully sleeping men, not exactly a burning bush but it would have to do. Gabriel watched as both abruptly sit up in bed and look at each other.
"Destroy all that which is evil," Connor says.
"So that which is good may flourish." Murphy finishes.
Gabriel nods and smiles. Message delivered he thinks to himself and then flies off to see how many bottles of Imodium Robert J Masters has gone through.