Chris was silent as he studied the terrain around him and the group of resistance fighters he had left their headquarters with waited silently as well. He felt Bianca's fingers on his arm and glanced to his left to look at her, he was dressed as all of them were.

In clothes that blended into the background and made them look like the any other homeless person that could be found in this downtown area of San Francisco before the war that had erupted with the revealing of who the source was, this area had always been known as a hot spot for those unfortunate few who had no homes to go to.

Almost twenty members of the resistance surrounded him as they waited for his orders that would either find them triumphant in what they were about to do or dead because of his inadequacy, Chris feared that what he was about to order would cost these brave few their lives and he prayed that the Intel they had was correct.

He shrugged off the feelings of doubt that he had, they would do them no good if he did not get his acts together, he thought. He smiled as he felt Bianca's fingers trace a pattern on his forearm, calming him and reigning on his feelings of doubt, the pattern that Bianca seemed to tracing on his arm brought back memories and images of his time in Valhalla everything had been so harmonious then despite the nature of why he had been there and the training he had received from Freya and others of her kind.

"Everything seemed so pure and right there," he smiled as he spoke quietly to Bianca.

Bianca nodded and gave a peck on the cheek.

"It was only an illusion of what you should have been doing with your life Chris; you were a child that was taken forcibly from your home. What is pure about that?"

Chris closed his eyes and leaned forward into her touch, their foreheads resting against each other, as his memories of Valhalla warred with the reality of what his life had become. He could see Bianca's smile as she did her job to keep him calm, his powers were still manifesting themselves and it seemed that Bianca's presence kept him from losing it all the time while his powers readjusted themselves inside his body and psyche.

"Don't let your memories control you Chris; they will only hinder what you have to do." She told him sadly.

The building they were currently sheltering in felt claustrophobic and it took all of Chris's concentration to keep the feelings of something not being right at bay. It was the middle of the day and the heat beating down acted like a catalyst, lowering the amount of time it took for images of those who they had already lost in this war to emerge into his mind. So many so far had been lost either to death or being captured by the demon army that his mother controlled.

"It doesn't matter Bianca what my memories are, I want a future for not just you and me but also them."

He said nodding towards the area that the others with them occupied. A feeling of dread filled him as he once again glanced around at those who were following his lead. Shaking his head slightly again he knew he had to rid himself of these feelings of doubt and dread especially of what they were about to do worked.

He remembered back to the maps and Intel that he had gone through while helping with the planning of this little diversion that he and others were about to do with luck Piper and the demon army would not realise until it was too late. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly he glanced at his watch and realised it was time for them to begin their part in the attack.

"Get everyone up and ready."

He told Bianca, getting up and moving into position.

xXx

In her headquarters, Piper looked over the plans that were laid out upon the table on the middle of what she was now calling her war room. Smiling to herself she thought soon so very soon the resistance would be crushed and she would get her hands onto her husband and his young protégé that she learned the Valkyrie's had trained, she still did know the identity of the young man concerned not that it mattered to her who he was or had been before the war, it would not stop her killing him when the time came.

"You want me to tell you this is a diversion for the real attack that the resistance are planning."

Piper glanced up at one of the demons who were one of her leading fighters in this war. He was short for his kind and had the arrogance that she had come to associate with his breed of demon but he was also she knew devious in that he thought that she thought he was intelligent but Piper laughed to herself, he was not intelligent but stupid like all of his kind in thinking he could get one over her, her who was the source of all the power in the land and realms that their kind stalked.

The demon was smirking as he watched the emotions going through the eyes of the one who was now the source. He was messing with her and he saw everything in her eyes before she shut down the emotions going through her, he knew he was playing a serious game and if she ever realised that he was playing her then he knew that he would be blown out of existence but he was unable to help himself, to stop doing what he was doing.

"I know this is a diversion you moron." Piper snarled at him.

She hated that she had allowed her emotions to be so visible in her eyes, she smirked as she remembered something her grandmother had told her when she had been young about how a person's eyes are the window to a person's soul. Well these morons I control will not see any more of my emotions; I will blind the more if I have to. Taking note of how the other demons in the room were watching the interaction and her and the idiot as she mentally thought of him she could see the thoughts that were going through their minds, would the source blast the insolent idiot who stood before her or would she allow him to get away with what he had just dared to say to her.

She knew that some of them thought her to be weak but they would soon learn that she was far from weak and if they didn't, well they were only demons no one would miss them if she blasted them. Thinking that he had got away with it, he went to open his mouth again and before any more insolent comments could erupt from his mouth, she raised her hand and blasted him to smithereens.

"Now anyone else wants to say anything."

Glaring at those still gathered in the room before her, cowering at her show of power, staring at the place where their fellow demon had stood just a few seconds before.

"No, no one else has anything to say…NO. Well then let's get on with crushing these insects then."

A/N: Diversion and attack in the next chapter. Will the resistanc be triumhant or will Piper? You'll have to wait and see.