(THIS CHAPTER IS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR SAM, it will only last two more chapters at most. You do not HAVE to read this chapter to understand the future part in the story, though at least skimming through would be recommended.)

Elite Crusader Guards walk Sam out of the office and into the elevator, and hit the button for the lower floor, Sam keeping form touching anybody still, They reach the floor eventually and two guards walk out into the hallway, turning right and opening a suite next to the elevator. The two behind her urge forward, as she complies. As she walks into the suite, the first guard closes and locks the door. Two stand outside the door, while the other two stand adjacent to them on the wall.

Sam's always hated being in a room. Where she can run to is limited without having to be overly cautious of what's around. In hell, she knows the place, she knows how the paths work and how open it all is. Now shes just in a big square with furniture everywhere. She went to the window as soon as she could tell it was there from exploring the way the sound of her footsteps bounced off things. She might still be blind, but her other senses making it impossible to tell.

Outside the room, the guards were conversing among themselves. "Think she'll try anything?"

"Nah, this base is locked down tighter than a gulag. No way she can get out."

After about five minutes of standing, she decides to hop out and cling to the side, climbing up to the roof, avoiding other windows, and just sitting on the edge.

"You hear that? "

"What?" That "Odd one" is awful unobservant.

"Sounds like a breeze."

"Nah, your hearing things man."

"No, Wait."

A mildly tempered breeze works through the room and under the door,and as It fogs up one of their lenses, The odd elite and the other next to the door break it down, The other two elites pulling there guns to attention.

The openness of the roof, the sound of simply the air alone was soothing Sam.

The odd elite ran to the window, sticking his head out. He let the others know he saw nothing, as the one who was beside him talks into a walkie talkie. "Security, we have a Code Gray Breach."

A base wide alarm and lockdown goes into effect as soldiers, spies, elites, and officers run to their posts. The alarm nearly made Sam fall off the roof, she forgot where she even was for a bit. She climbed back down and quickly kicked herself back inside through the window. The odd elite was knocked back from her hopping through, the other guards surprised and one knocking over a painting.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there." She was more concerned at the fact nothing was dissolving off of him.

"Ugh... damn, you hit hard. No, you're fine." The guard whom knocked over the painting was putting it back up, with the other two helping the odd one out of the room. "Security, recede that status. Everything is all clear now." The alarm turns off, and the running around stops.

Down in the kitchen, the soldiers return to their meals. The head chef barges in, clearly annoyed. "I can't fuckin' believe this shit! Progress halted cause of a fucking girl in a room, bullshit! Get those burgers done, you hear?!"

Two soldiers goofing off but still working on burgers, Blade and Delsin are there names, Delsin laughing frantically about something. Blade spoke up, "Ey, calm yourself man were on it" He mumbled something to Delsin, getting back to work but Delsin laughing more.

Once there dinners were all almost over, an officer speaks to the eating soldiers. " Alright, ladies. Get finished and get ready. We're combat sorties out in Saudi Arabia. " There were groaning and complaints all around, though all complying. The cooks and such left, except Delsin and Blade, the chef walking back in. "I'm leaving it to you boozos to finish up, you hear? Don't fuck up." The two morons nodded and continued there cleaning.

It took Sam a moment to realize, "... Oh. Wait, that was because I was on the roof? You guys really Don't want me to leave." She crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe near the guards.

One of the guards,shorter, got very uncomfortable at this. "Huh? Oh... hmm…"

The other that knocked over the painting, seemed annoyed with his current post. "Don't you have demon things to do? Whatever that is."

"Well I would be if I wasn't here. I wouldn't know what demon things would be since I don't do anything to begin with. I got my voice back hours ago, I'm just craving to actually talk to somebody."

The odd one spoke to her this time, " Not sure if you have heard of us, but we're not really sociable."

"Well learn. Not like I'll snap your neck." The elites shuffled nervously abit, causing sam to make a slight whine. "Do you really think I'll do that? Do I give off that kinda vibe? If I was going to I'd already have done it. I think."

"So what is it you want to talk about, ma'am? " The odd one seems a tad nice.

" Base secrets, ha! " Jumps to conclusions.

"those idiots down at the kitchen put some bones in my meal." Random?

"Every base has its secrets, and either way I read minds. I said Id stay, and I will. Humans are interesting, fun to learn bout em." She tried to sound a bit trusting, don't think it worked,considering she was ignored.

" What is name, Delsin? Blade? Something stupid like that. " Sam perked up greatly.

"Yeah, justa bunch of punks."

"Blade and Delsin are here?" The odd one and the one who complained over bones looked at her.

"You know them? They're chefs down at the base grounds."

"The hell are they doing here? You guys have shitty security, or they're getting better." She scratched the back of her head through her hoodie.

The odd one questioned her, and the quiet guard seemed almost frightened. "I heard they were shady, but actually shady?"

"Eheh, define shady."

"Funny."

The odd one turned slightly to the elevator, looking at Sam. "If you wanna go see them, I can take you there."

She smiled abit, nodding. "Come on. You guys stay here." He started walking to the elevator, Sam following.

Once in the elevator. she decided to practice her good intentions. "You seem pretty nice. Not just saying that to get on your good side either, Probably not much from me, but sometimes hearing that from anybody could lift a I ask you a question by the way?"

"Ha, Thanks. And go ahead."

"Will people here hate me simply because of what I am?"

"Can't be sure. Most of the guys here excluding Commander Atlas, haven't meant your kind."

"Im nothing like most of my kind, so they better not make me a clean slate for what they can predict for others. I'm more or less a human that can do different shit."

There were different kinda of metallic sounds from outside. She ignores it a bit, until the elevator opens on the floor level,stepping out of the lobby and the sounds being aggressively loud. She couldnt make out the shape of it for a bit, the sound was bouncing off everything, but when she could tell, she knew it was a giant robotic bird type machine. Its wings were flapping, causing sand and dust to go everywhere. "Dear god. The hell?"

"Damn straight."

"Heh, reminds me of somebody I knew really." The machine blasted a loud screech as it flew to the landing pad at the base,with troops cheering it on.

"Oh, really?"

She looked at the guard, shrugged and looked ahead to where they were walking again. "Mhm. Hes not around anymore tho, bad accident.. Kinda miss him."

"Sorry for your loss, but we... oh wait. Here comes Commander Hook." A giant serpent formed mech slithers through the sky, hissing and watching the ground, snaking around the base and coiling up behind it.

"Those humans are showoffs. Pretty sure humans weren't like this a decade or two ago."

"Those humans?..." He looked at her sort of confused.

"I'm not stupid." She kept her eyes ahead, and he chuckled, walking into the mess hall.

Hearing the door, Delsin and Blade instantly stood up straight from there previous laughing and goofing off. Sam stepped in, kinda smiling and letting it be visible. "Hey guys~"

Delsin jumped at saying his hellos and bombarding her with questions, but Blade took a moment before speaking. "How the hell'd you get here?" The odd Elite walked to a table and sat down, leaning his rifle against it.

"Magic. Sort of. Don't really know."

Delsin started cleaning the workspaces again. "Makes sense for you."

Blade however kept staring at her. "Your joking. really. You have to be." She shook her head and stretched. "Glad to see you guys are okay at least." She walked to them, having extremely quiet conversations, with Blade occasionally looking over at the elite guard.

The guard eventually takes off his helmet and gas mask, evealing his long white hair, weird technopunk tribal marks on his middle-aged face, and white pupiless eyes, almost like Sams but more defined. She looked over at him, staring for a moment,

"Whats your name by the way?"

"Malthael, Archangel of the Afterlife. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He was a bit taken aback when she didnt really respond, other than a smile and a nod, looking at the two idiots again. She pulled off her hood, and Blade nearly lost it.

"How the hell did you lose your eyesight? When the hell? what?" Delsin was quietly staring at them, making sam uncomfortable.

"Uh.. Not a big deal. I can still tell whats what when sound bounces off something."

The archangel looked at her again, surprised. "Wait, you're blind? Didn't notice. Damn disguise. "

She laughed, shrugging. "Basically, yeah. Most people don't because my senses make up for it in a way its almost like Im not. "

Delsin pouted, "Stop being cool."

"Stop being lame" with Blade punching his shoulder.

The archangel checked his watch, then looking back at Sam. "Just to let you know, we've been watching you for awhile."

She twitched at that, being watched. "The Celestial council?"

"Indeed."

Blade poked her hair, making her twitch again and growl at him. The archangel watched the three for a bit, Sam answering pointless random questions from them, Delsin still cleaning.

"I'm surprised you didn't freak out or try to attack me, especially Mr. Blade over there. "

She instantly looked offended at the angel, "What did you say? Attack you?"

"I wasnt sure on how you'd react."

"I'm not violent. At all for the most part. Unless its something posing threat to something I need to do, or harming something dear to me. Probably other acceptations I don't know of."

Blade held up his hand, "I am."

"Your weak."

"Hush." The Angel chuckled at there replies, sighing.

"But I try to avoid violence at all costs. That's why I lost my voice to begin with."

Blade was now trying to help delsin with the lceaning. "I remember that~"

"Jerks." the only human in the room started ranting to himself. "I never know anything."

There were a few moments of silence, the angel thinking to himself for the time being. "The whole "Church ruling the world thing". The funniest thing since we managed to make Lucifer trip on his way out of Heaven. "

Sam and Blade looked at him, speaking simultaneously, "Wouldda loved to see that."

The angel laughed again, "Oh, yes. Still fresh in my mind."

Sam was thinking to herself just as the archangel was before, before finally asking; "... I didn't really mess up the balance. Did I?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, dear. Lucifer and his Lords can bicker and shout all they want, but we won't budge."

"Still concerning. Really don't want to have to go back there. Like, at all." She mumbled something about Family, Blade giving her a upset look.

"I wouldn't be too worried. You are quite powerful."

"Eheh, I'm concerned over alotta things. My big worries are all revolved with conflict. Nobody likes it. But I'm so used to being alone and to myself, its like the worst thing."

"You have friends, y'know."

"Yeah, but these two are like. Nothing. No offence. My real friends don't even remember me."

Blade threw a fork at her, it disintegrating at contact with her. "Offended."

Sam growled at Blade but looked back to Malthael. " I don't exactly talk to to many angels, but the last one who I tried to talk to acted like I was the worst thing to have ever existed. By angel I mean like years ago. He said he wanted to talk to me and as soon as he realized I couldn't speak he flipped the freak out and wouldnt leave until I scared him off. Kinda felt bad when he smashed one of his wings.. Should I not get my hopes up and think some give a chance, or are you like me and just different?"

"No, me and the other Archs are very kind and mild mannered. Except Imperius, who's a bit... um, how to word it...radical." Moment of silence, "By any chance, are you working for someone else, Mr. Blade?"

"No reason to lie. I was, But I have noo idea what happened." Delsin walked into another room to put all the cleaning things away.

Sam stretched abit. "He thinks the opposite way I do. Apparently being nice and avoiding harm is bad and weak looking for us."

"it is."

"If I wasn't nice and you threatened me like you did before youd be all over the walls."

"...Quiet." With that he silently went to the room Delsin was in.

The angel pursued,"You didn't happen to catch the robots the humans are using, they call them "Angels" for some reason, Mr. Blade?" After being ignored, Sam sighed. " I tick him off when I call him out like that. My fault."

"No problem."

"Is it weird or wrong I get a strong sense of trust from you?"

"And why wouldn't you trust an Angel?" He laughed, checking the time again.

"Maybe because were opposites? Its been etched into my brain that I'm a waste of space that isn't meant to be around. Finding somebody I can trust actually speaks largely for me."

"Opposites only in race."

She pulled her hood over her face again. "Lets go before thoes two morons get back. I'm done talkin to em."

"If you insist."

Once by the door, The angel whispered to her, "Dont blow my cover."

"Didn't plan on it. And I think I forgot your name anyway."

He chuckled, walking out with Sam. There were three people standing just outside a yard or two away. "There they are, Ms. Tear. The generals." She twitched at the angel knowing her name, a majority of supernatural beings knew of the name, but not the girl whom it belongs to. As far as they knew, she was a runaway that hadn't returned in over half a millenia. He left, leaving Sam with the Generals.

The taller female with bob cut hair spoke, "Well, well, well. Look at little miss princess over here."

The shorter one, with slightly longer hair ran up to her, seemingly freaking out excitedly,admiring Sam. "OHMYGOODNESS, LOOK AT YOU."

Sam was pretty confused, but just kinda shrugged it off. The shorter one was running around her like a dog greeting back its owner. "Whyyyy is this happeningg..?" Sam took a step away, somewhat concerned of this person. The shorter female tried to hug sam, but right before she could a red bubble was formed around Sam to keep from making contact. She squealed and stopped,staring at Sam.

"uuugh, look here, you on are side or not? " The taller female looked adgitated.

"Eh? Yeah, I just didn't want to see her get hurt. Touching me results in severe pain or destroying completely. Ive been trying to keep anybody from bumping into me all day." The bubble faded, and Sam smiled a bit at the shorter one.

The male General, Ryan, smiled. "Well, here is Commander Winheels," He gestured to the shorter one. "and Commander Hook." And to the taller one. "I think you'll find them to be nice people."

Sam smiled at both the woman, waving. "Nice to meet you." Her eyes were showing to them, being a pastel blue than white now.

Ryan stepped closer to Sam, "Well, I'm sure Commander Hook and Commander Winheels need to go back to their posts." With that, both the other women waved to Sam and left, Hook seeming agitated still.

"Alright, then. Up to your room then?"

"Preferably unless you think theres something needed before tomorrow." She yawned abit.

"No, you're fine. The guards know to stay out of your way, you can find your way back." He held out a key to her. She stared at it a good bit before grabbing it, shocked it didn't disintegrate. Ryan said his goodnights, then left her there, to stand and stare at her key. She kept thinking to herself how just a group of people have been able to make her more in control of herself in a few hours, and she hadn't been able to herself for centuries.