The snowfall had lessened as Fury and her Human companion finally reached his car.

"… and with a voice full of sincerity Steve said "But I did get him!". I mean, he wasn't wrong. He had the man in chains and managed to bring him out. But that he had set nearly the whole place on fire while doing so, only to scare the crap out of the man he was hunting didn't seem like overkill to him in the slightest!"

Marcus shook his head in disbelief while hiding a smirk as Fury simply sighed. Of course she had changed the story of Strife catching and out scaring a wanted demon prince around into one that humans could comprehend.

But the point of her story came through regardless, Strife was one hell of a reckless man that could steal the nerve of even the most caring sibling.

"Sometimes I really wonder how he hasn't gotten himself shot at last once."

"Maybe his methods work for him?" Marcus tried to explain the mystery.

The young lawyer had accepted Furys cover story about her and her sibling's private detective agency and had asked quite a few questions about it since she told him.

He was about to ask another and open the door to his car as Furys mobile phone rang the second time this night.

She sighed to hide her frustration. So far she had really enjoyed this night and the company and the thought of yet another interruption was another way to ruin it.

"I am afraid I have to get this." She said with a weak smile as she noticed Deaths Number on the display.

Marcus only nodded as she answered the call.

"Lucia here. What's wrong?" Fury said to let Death know that she wasn't alone.

The older Horseman only needed a second to remember her cover name while he tried get comfortable in the backseat of the police car that was about to start.

"Lucia… right. I think we could need your help. Alexander has been taken in by the police after he busted a weapon deal. I don't really know what to expect, so any help would be appreciated.

I already tried to contact Steve but he it seems he has turned off his phone."

Fury cursed Strife and her siblings in her mind before she sighed and accepted her demise.

"Okay Mortimer, I'll be on my way. Just tell me where we are going to meet…"

As she hung up Fury could only excuse herself with a helpless shrug.

"Do you believe it? Just as I am ranting about Steve, Alexander has a run in with the police." She said, the only good thing being that she hadn't mixed up her siblings cover names.

"Like the night couldn't have ended any better." Fury said bitterly.

"Run in with the police you say? I don't know what it is about, but maybe there is a good reason you went out to dinner with a lawyer like me."

Marcus offered his help without a second thought but Fury only shook her head.

"I wouldn't like to drag you into our problems. We will deal with them ourselves. But I could really need a driver."

"Let's see what is even going on and then decide." He said before opening his car and gesturing towards Fury to take her seat.

As she managed to fold her elegant red dress enough to make herself comfortable she sighed again.

"I am just happy that Steve won't see me in this dress, he wouldn't let me life it down."

"Well, I think it's beautiful." Marcus replied as he started the car.

"Dresses are not usually my type. I just hope my two other brothers won't start laughing immediately."

Then again, they probably knew better.

War looked around the mostly empty interrogation room, well aware of the camera and the running recorder on the table.

He relaxed a bit since no one else was in the room and examined the graze shot on his right arm. He had attached a crude bandage over his cloth and denied and other medical attention.

The last thing he needs was doctors examining a simple wound.

It wound have been worse if they had found the bullet in his left shoulder that the second thug had shot at him.

The small hole wasn't very noticeable and the dark red jacket had hid the blood that had oozed into it quiet well.

The problem wasn't the wound, the problem was the weak human body that War was given.

Then again it would have been nearly impossible for any normal human to hide the pain from the police officers that had questioned him.

But he was quiet used to it. He was considering removing the bullet by himself as the door to the small room opened again.

The human officer that had argued with him not quiet long ago and introduced himself as Sören Bergström gave him a quick nod and sat down on the chair opposite to him before reading from a report he had brought with him.

"So… let's recap. You saw some shady looking people and decided to take a look.

Then you saw that at last one of them had a weapon and decided to take them out before they would do something stupid. You went in there, punched one of them so hard his neck broke and got the other clinic ready. Then you took a look inside their car in case they had more weapons stored there, before you would have called the police as you say yourself. Then you punched my first two officers to the ground of whom also one is in medical care right now, before deciding that physics are more like a guideline than a limit and ripped a car door out of its car. After that you nearly managed to get to my rookie with the intend of at last knocking him out since you had no idea who was attacking you, only to stand down when I convinced you that I am actually a cop. … anything I have missed Mr. Warfield?"

The Officer put his signature under the letter as War simply nodded.

"Okay Alexander, there are still some points that need to be clarified.

With the first thug you punched getting his neck broken and dying we have a rouge case of manslaughter.

Yes, your action was in self-defense but that doesn't change the fact that some people are going to take a look at it.

With us as your witnesses you shouldn't have that many problems. But they are probably going to keep you here for a while since you don't even seem to have a constant address or anyone that can bail you out…"

"I expect my brother to arrive soon." War said simply.

"Very good. This brings me to another point. Seeing your passport and ID we can determine that you have been to some places around the world. But we nearly have no information about the man called Alexander Warfield. No bank account, no home no nothing. Why is that?"

"Most of the time I don't use my given name when I am away. Having different aliases can help in some cases."

War had told the officer the cover story he and his siblings had agreed upon. They were a private detectives working for the highest bidder, something the backgrounds that were given to them by the council reassured.

The cop had no reason to disbelief him in that case.

"I get that leaving no trace can be a good sign in the business of a simple detective. But not only makes me the amount of nothing a bit confused. There is also the fact that there is a old report about a failed coup against a warlord in south Africa some twenty years ago, in which your name gets dropped exactly once. Your passport even confirms that you were there. We wouldn't have found it if our rookie wouldn't be so good at finding stuff in all the mess.

My question is, what did you have to do with this?"

War remembered it. He and a group of demons had been hunting a duo of angels that had stolen a passageway to earth. They had lost hope during their stay there as guardian angels who all adhered to the strict no physical intervention order that the council had given.

As they violated the Law with their presence and even planed to assassinate a tyrannical leader who used child soldiers War had been called and Hell had demanded to be allowed to assist.

War had used the same cover name back then, even thought he hadn't been hiding in a human body and simply trusted on the councils spells that let him seem like any other human.

The reason why the cop still had information about it was probably because the whole operation had nearly gone to hell and dozens of human people had died in the crossfire.

The Council had tried to blame War for it but he had managed to turn it around and point out how the presence of the demons with him had endangered the mission multiple times culminating in its disastrous end when some of them became too reckless.

"I was a hired as a mercenary. Things went south, people died. Not much more to know about it."

The Officer nodded silently.

"One question thought. Did you fight for the warlord or the rebellion?"

War looked the human in the eyes and saw the question he wanted answered in them. Had he fought for the oppressor or the oppressed? Did he fight for good or for evil?

"Neither."

The simple word stood in the room and as the cop was trying to figure out what to do with it a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Sören?" the blond woman that had held War at gunpoint in the end despite being the first in their struggle to get knocked out by him appeared at the door frame and gestured to her superior to follow her outside.

"What do you think about our new guest Sophie?" Sören asked as with a nod towards the door and War on the other side.

"He reminds me of some of the thugs that act like the street belongs to them. Only that this guy doesn't need to act and is actually as dangerous as he thinks he is. Anyone else would have taken our over for medical attention."

Sören could basically hear the grudging respect she had for the man.

"I had a similar thought. Back when I was in the military we sometimes met veteran soldiers that would take the most risky operations. One of them was quiet similar to this guy.

No nonsense, straightforward, nearly impossible to stop once he got going.

They said, unlike the others he was fighting for the fights shake.

I wouldn't be surprised if this was a similar case with this guy."

Sophie made way for another officer with a captive as the hallway was quiet busy at the moment form the arrests that they had conducted against the buyers of the weapon bags and their backers after another task force had traced them back to their hideout.

Also, the Christmas tree no one bothered to take care of until new years was taking quiet a lot of space.

"Anyway, how are Felix and our Rookie doing? Any news I need to know?" Sören asked.

"Felix has a broken nose but the doc said he is going to be alright. Our Rookie is the one I would take a look at if I was you. He is still a bit shaken up about the whole thing. But he also intercepted a guy at the entrance that says he is the brother of our guest that is giving him a bit trouble. You should go take a look."

Sören nodded and was about to make his way as she held him back.

"Say… what happened to your veteran guy? Did he eventually retire or what?"

"Some months before I was done he came back home in a body bag. I wasn't that surprised. For people like them it is probably the only way to end."

On the other side of the door War finally managed to pull the bullet out of his shoulder as the female officer entered the room.

The look of surprise on her face changed to disbelief as she saw the bloody bullet in his just as bloody hands.

"I guess this counts as evidence." War said as he put the bullet on the table to put his jacket back on.

The young man with the unkempt shoulder long hair in front of Death seemed very relieved as another human came to take his place. Unlike the young boy this man seemed to know better what he was doing.

"My colleague told me you are the brother of Alexander Warfield?"

"Yes." Death answered curtly, he was waiting long enough already.

"He also told me that you treated the two officers who brought you in?"

Deaths eyes narrowed. He was so tense that he was about to try and simply threaten his way further. But something told him that his human would have the total opposite effect on the human in front of him.

"I guess that was a joke, right?" at last the human was wise enough to offer him a way out.

"Yes. A joke." Death said while trying to regain his composure.

All this wouldn't have happened if he had been there on time!

"I meant to say that I would get here one way or another. One way included getting arrested after attacking an officer. But obviously it was meant as a joke."

The human only raised one eyebrow and gave him a specious look, but waved him to follow him regardless.

"Seems like this is going to be a family reunion." Sophie said while trying to crack a joke.

But the female with the wild orange-reddish Hair and exquisite red dress only gave her a look that could have sacred an adult bear back into his hideout, and probably the whole forest.

She looked at the paper the woman had signed and explained to her where she would be able to find her brothers of whom the last had arrived only fifteen minutes ago.

The only one that remained at the desk was the companion of the woman.

"Is she always that fierce?" Sophie asked cautiously.

"She doesn't seem to like it when her siblings when her siblings get into trouble it seems." He acknowledged.

The female officer sighed. This was one wild night, not only got the whole operation into trouble, a guy removed a bullet from his own body with his hands, and now his siblings stormed in, one stranger then the other.

"Anyway, could you tell me what troubles her brother is in? I am quiet experienced myself and as a lawyer I could…"

Fury didn't hear what Marcus was talking about as she had already crossed the corridor and opened the door to the small room War was held in.

She was quiet surprised to hear an old Latin dialect for the first time in many century's and she needed a moment to understand that Death was greeting her.

War saw the confused look on his sister's face and signed to the still running recorder on the table.

He was quiet sure that this thing was not active without a reason.

Fury understood and answered in an even older African dialect.

"Why are you two still here?"

War and Death exchanged confused looks before Death figured out the origin of the dialect and gave War signs so he would understand as well.

"War killed one of the thugs on accident while he busted their weapon deal. They won't let him go that easily. And we also just learned were the other surviving thug is held, only thanks to a conversation I overheard while outside." Death said in the same African dialect e had learned so many century's years before.

"Sometimes fate plays in to our hands." Fury replied still in the same dialect.

"Anyway, why are you still here? It's not like it would be impossible to fight your way out of this building." Fury said impatiently. Still angry about breaking off her evening in the first place.

"We are cooperating so far. And I see no reason to cause a dirt." War said, his dialect was a bit rusty.

"Also, the Council wanted us to stay under the radar as far as possible."

"Do I look like I care?" Fury hissed.

Death looked at her red dress and her styled up appearance in general before answering with a simple "No.".

Fury only groaned.

"Where do they hold that last thug anyway? I guess he is our source of information about the demon we are supposed to bring in?"

War only nodded and Fury could only shake her head at the sight of Wars bandages that covered his wounds.

"He is in a clinic on the other end of the city. They say he is out cold. We should visit it tomorrow if we can. But first we need to gather together and make a actual plan before we storm of like this again." Death said in the old African language.

Fury rolled her eyes, by now she could be drinking a coup a tee with Marcus, maybe find out what kind of books he liked, talk about all the things in the world and let tomorrow and her duties be far away.

But no, she was here and wouldn't get out of it so soon.

A moment of peace and quiet was too much asked with brothers like this apparently.

Only a room away Sören listened to the audio that came from the interrogation room and shook his head.

"I could understand at last some parts of what they said before, I had Latin in school, but this one here is a whole other dead language." Felix said in defeat.

Sören nodded to his colleague with the broken nose and was about to stand up and interrupt the discussion in the other room as someone else did it first.

War and Death both looked up as a young handsome man stepped into the room and stood beside Fury.

"I have good news. I talked with the higher ups, and so far it seems your brother can go. They only wanted a caution, which I paid in advance and…"

"You did what?!" Fury asked, undecided if she should be angry, surprised or thankful.

"You didn't need to…" she began, but a irritated Death interrupted her, accidentally in old Latin.

"Who is he?"

Marcus cleared his throat and thought for a moment before he answered himself in plain Latin.

"My Name is Marcus, may I know yours?"

A room away Felix lamented that dead languages should stay that way.

"He is a friend I met the other day. He is a lawyer and as you can see, quiet a help even thought he wouldn't need to."

War stood up and reached out his hand.

"War." He said, followed by a moment of silence.

"Actually Warfield. But my friends call me simply War." He added.

The look of doubt about the situation was clear on Marcus face, but that changed to pain once he took the hand the horseman presented to him as War had a tight grip.

The human was convinced that he would never be able to use that hand and the stern look in the other man's face reminded him that his date had a brother that was the size of a mountain.

Which was why he was surprised when the man talked.

"Thank you for your help Marcus, I appreciate it."

The human had driven the three horsemen to a nearby hotel where they had checked in for their stay on earth and were they had argued about their next step until it was finally decided that Fury would go and find Strife the next morning while War and Death would go and find the remaining thug to get information from him.

Fury stepped out of the bathroom in a towel as Death stood on the balcony and feed Dust who was paying them a visit as War was lying on the couch and reading a book.

"The Trojan Cycle" Fury read the title out loud.

"Any good?" she wanted to know.

"You talking about it sparked my interest again." The younger brother admitted.

"It is interesting to see how the humans tried to describe the actions of the old gods. Or how their legends added total new stuff."

"And no one remembers us." Fury added as she put on her night cloth.

"Technically, we weren't even supposed to be there." War said.

"Technically, we are still things of the future for humanity." Fury replied.

"And the future is always uncertain." Death added as he closed the door to the balcony.

"Dust is on his way. We will know were Strife is in the morning. Until then we should all get some sleep. Our human bodies need it."

And somewhere in the police building police officer Sören Bergström was finishing the last reports for the night as he noticed something that had been so obvious that everyone had missed it or thought nothing about it.

One of the siblings had called himself War, the others name was Mortimer, which came from Mort, which in turn was sometimes associated with death, mort could be understood as murder in at last one other language, which in turn meant death.

So if he examined all the information he came to the conclusion that … he had at last one half of the riders of the apocalypse? …

That didn't make any sense.

He came to the final conclusion that he should try and get some sleep.

Another chapter, sorry it took me so long but I took a short brake ant then I needed time to get back into it.

All the mistakes and the probably bad quality I am going to credit to the late hour I am writing this at. Just like the horseman and the rest I probably need some sleep now.

As always, pleas review if you can thanks.