War waited until the next staff member opened the door with his security code and, with a massive white box in his hands, walked right into the secured area right after the man.

The human looked at him in confusion, but the way War carried himself and his burden let it seem like he knew exactly were he was and that he had every right to be there.

For the human that was enough and the Horseman was pleased that the security was not tighter.

He advanced trough the corridors and made sure that this was the right part of the hospital that Death had told him about.

His brother still needed to catch up to him, but if he at last managed to find the guard that had been positioned by the room of the man they were searching for, they would have a much easier time.

Some of the humans he passed by gave the disguised Nephilim wary looks but War just walked on with the firmness of a man who belonged in his place and knew what his job was.

In their defence, it was a hospital and not a fortress, this place was used to cure the ill, checking everyone inside the hospital was in no way possible.

The Warrior didn't need long to find the place he was looking for.

He had been on the lookout for a single guard in front of a room, but he only found an empty chair in front of room that anyone else would have walked by.

But War noticed that the chair was put in a place that would have made it possible to cover most of the access points of the derelict corridor, just that it was positioned in a wrong way that made absolutely no sense.

If he would have wanted to hold guard he would have taken the exact same spot, just not with the chair turned the opposite direction.

He put down the package and stepped to the door beside said chair. Putting a hand on the door handle he could sense three human souls on the other side.

He might not be as good as reading and searching for the souls of the living as his siblings or even Death himself, but even he noticed that something was amiss.

As he tried to push the door open he could feel resistance, so without further ado he took a short step back and kicked the lock in.

Parts of the door flew inward as the lock broke and War stepped trough the remains of the wrecked doorway to face a shocked man that was about to use a pillow to suffocate the patient in the bed in front of him.

With a simple glance War found the police officer he had been searching for knocked unconscious and bleeding directly beside the door before focusing back at the would be murderer that was apparently trying to silence the man he and Death were searching for.

The human wasted no time and after he had overcome the initial shock of a giant man bursting trough the door he threw the pillow away and made a run for the balcony.

War threw a quick look at the unconscious man in the bed and determined that catching the would be murderer would give them a higher chance at valuable information about the demon that they had been ordered to hunt down.

The human bothered to close the glass door behind him as he stepped out to the balcony and jumped over to another.

Glass splintered as War simply sprinted trough said door and was immediately right on his tail.

But the human was agile and in form as he vaulted over two other balcony's before finding a already open door an ran inside again.

He vaulted over two beds and into the corridor while War was forced to go around them but was soon right behind him once more.

The human was fast, and in the small corridors War couldn't build up speed just as his size was hindering him when crossing corners, which the man used to his advantage.

It didn't help either that the man was calling for help and acting like he had a madman on his tail.

Not that many stepped up for him when they saw War coming towards them with speed.

Only a group of three men tried to stop both of them all together, only for the runner to escape and War crashing trough them like a bowling ball.

After that no one else made the mistake to stop them, and when they neared the exit the human managed to pass trough the massive security door just as another visitor walked trough.

The door fell heavy in it's lock as War stopped in front of it, and seeing as he had no valid security card, gripped the handle, and pulled.

At first the lock gave up, then the entire door as the Horseman pulled it out of its hinges.

On the other side the human he was hunting made big eyes and what had been a fast jog turned into a straight run to the elevators.

War simply let the door fall and started chasing after him once again while the people in the hallway stepped cautiously to the side.

He knew that the human would reach the elevators before he would and considered taking the stairs, but decided against the risk of loosing him on one of the other floors.

Instead he reached the elevator just after the man had jumped onto a already taken ride and had franticly pushed the button downward to escape so that the doors closed only a few seconds before War could get there.

But the Rider simply pushed his fingers between the small gap in the main doors and after he had gotten a good hold forced the doors open.

He could hear whispers and gasps behind him as he looked after the elevator that had stopped some levels downwards, and the gasps turned into shock as War simply jumped down the shaft after it.

The roof of the elevator caved slightly and War noticed slight pain in his human body's weak legs, but that didn't stop him from ripping the emergency shaft open and jumping inside.

The humans made space in a moment of surprises but the rider was soon out of the door as he saw his target running down the corridor and towards the main exit.

With the crowd growing ticker War had slight problems keeping his eyes on the man, but the human didn't even think to hide, all his senses told him to make a run straight for the exit.

Once again the human managed to get trough the two main slide doors just as they were opening for yet another visitor, completely avoiding any small delay or slowing down.

For some reasons humans had at one point decided that glass and windows were a sign of modernity and advancement, War only saw it as a giant structural weakens as he crashed trough glass and what could be considered the front wall of the atrium, landing on the green front lawn of the hospital.

The human still had a head start on him as he jumped to the motorcycle parked by the side of the building and tried to turn it on.

Once again War was almost there, but once again luck favoured his enemy as the motor of the machine started just as he was nearly in jumping distance.

Soon his target got his bike on the road, but War was nearly in full run while his machine was still gaining momentum.

Wars boots were hitting the asphalt with tremendous speed and once again it looked like he would be able to finally catch the human as War was gaining ground, only for the human to drive to the other side of the street and into the oncoming traffic.

He would have managed to shake of War right then and there when the Horseman was forced to slow down and change direction quickly so that a car had to brake harshly as he was running in front of it.

War simply jumped up with the right foot onto the bonnet and of to landed with the left to the side on the street again, accelerating as soon as his boots hit the ground.

The motorbike was gaining momentum and War stretched out his hand only to remember that he wasn't allowed nor capable to call upon Ruin.

After all the Charred Council was expecting them to be "covert" about their dealings on earth, and forcing them to intervene and send their Watchers to cover up the story and memory's of a giant burning horse in the middle of the streets of a crowded human city would be something they would not like to be bothered with.

So War was forced to keep on the would be murderers tail as best as he could, which, considering the speed they were going at, he was doing quiet well.

That was until the human started two reckless manoeuvrers in a row by driving a second time into the oncoming traffic.

War managed to avoid being hit by the first car, but when he made a sharp turn to follow his target he saw the bus coming and knew that it was unlikely he would make it in the short seconds he had to decide.

He tried to run after him anyway, but was soon reminded that he was still trapped inside a human body that just didn't move as fast as he was used to.

The front of the bus crashed into him as its driver made a full brake while trying to not lose control.

War noticed the pain in his shoulder as he was thrown forward and brought himself into a roll so that he managed to avoid the wheels of the advancing bus just long enough to jump up and out of the way, faster then any human would have thought possible.

As the traffic started to stop around them War could see the human on his motorbike in the distance, gaining speed and escaping into a smaller side street.

He stood up and considered going after him, hoping to find some sort of trace, but decided against it as the bus driver got out of his vehicle and stared at him.

Only now did he notice that his left leg was partly missing huge swats of skin and that he had trouble moving his left arm.

"I am sorry Sir, do you need a doctor? The hospital is right around the corner..." the bus driver didn't even seem to think about blaming War for the accident too stunned at the man in front of him making it out of the accident in one piece.

The Horseman moved his leg to make sure that nothing was broken and then used his intact arm to relocated his other arm back into its socket with a audible cracking sound.

The human only looked at him in astonishment as War moved his arm again and gave his open wounds a brief look.

"I will do fine."


Death knew that something was wrong when he had entered trough the ripped out security door. War might be the man for a direct approach, but he knew when subtlety was the preferable solution, and he certainly wouldn't have drawn so much attention to himself without reason for it.

That was why Death moved fast and precise to get to the centre of the issues, disregarding the few suspicious looks he got and finding the room with the kicked in door soon after.

He didn't know what had happened, but going by how half a dozen nurses were walking in and out of the room, caring for the unconscious patient and the reviving police officer while assessing the damage it had been quiet a shock to them.

None dared to stop him as he walked in and stopped by the bedside of the patient.

Unconscious from Wars attack the night before, as he had been told. And from how he looked he wouldn't be awake for quiet a while, which made it all the more difficult to ask him about his master.

One of the nurses eyed Death up uncertainly, but he was wearing the white cloth of a doctor and a fitting name shield, coupled with how he carried himself she didn't worry for to long.

Apparently the size of the Hospital meant that it was impossible for the staff to remember all the new faces.

Death didn't mind and took his chance. The Horseman simply put a hand on the patients shoulder and whispered a few words.

He could feel his soul reaching out of his body and into the one of the thug on the bed in front of him.

The room and the nurses began to fade into dust and soon he was walking the corridors of a mind with many doors. Some closed, some shut, but all emitting their own shout and whispers.

Normally other creatures of creation would have unsuccessfully tried to protect themselves from his invasion of their mind and soul. Or they would have tried to go into hiding deep inside their thoughts, were it was difficult up until almost impossible to search for them without risking to go insane, even for Death.

After all a mind was terrible thing to tamper with and their souls could get frighteningly defensive with very drastic measures if pushed.

But not only didn't humans have no magical form of defence, most of them weren't even aware of the possible dangers.

Which was probably why the scenery of a long hallway with wooden doors changed to a high Gothic cathedral.

The subconscious of the man must have noticed him and felt the aura of the newcomer, changing the scenery to one he deemed more fitting as Death could see a figure approaching in the distance.

Faster then possible in the material world a human figure crossed the distance to him with worry, not knowing who he was but feeling his power and what surrounded him.

"Who are you?" the soul of the thug asked uncertainly as the Horseman looked around and noticed how the surroundings got colder and snow was falling from above despite the gigantic roof.

The human probably thought he was dreaming, and in a way he was right. It was just that dreams sometimes could be more real than humans generally thought.

"My name is of no matter, you will hear it again soon enough. What matters is that you have information, and that is something I want."

The thug scratched his head at the exact same spot he had been bandaged in the real world and still had confusion written on his face.

"I still don't understand, why can't I know who you are?" he asked weakly and visibly lacking in concentration.

Death sighed and moved a hand.

Without as much as a warning sign a giant Harvester came crashing trough one of the glass stained windows, missed the human by a few meters and cut one of the many columns on the side into rubble before dissolving into purple dust.

"I can tear this place apart, bit by bit and you along with it. I have no time for your questions or your stupidity." Death threatened with a deadly glare.

The humans eyes were wide in shock, his knees were shacking and it looked like he would turn and run, but he saw the certainty in the strangers eyes and was sure that he would not succeed.

"Now tell me, who are you working for?"

The human gulped and began to talk.

When one of the Nurses touched the Horseman after what seemed to her like only three minutes since he was standing beside the patients bed he had already pressed as much information out of him as he could.

It was not like time within someone's mind was the same as in the material world to begin with.

"Doctor, the police is on its way, they want to know if the patient is alright."

The nurse explained and Death bothered to give the thug on the bed one last look.

"He seems fine to me. Nothing to worry about." He answered shortly and made his way past the woman and trough the door without looking back or noticing that the police officer that was holding a cooling pack to his head was eyeing him suspiciously.

When blue lights reflected from the walls Death had already made it outside and found War waiting behind a parking car.

He looked his brother up and down as he began walking faster, wanting to decrease he distance between the police and himself even further to avoid being taken in for questioning once again.

"Someone tried to kill this man when I got there. I assume he was sent by the same person that we were called upon to hunt down. He managed to evade me a few times and I finally lost him on the streets. One of the human cars got in my way, that is why I look a bit worse to wear."

War reported without Death even needing to ask why he was bleeding.

"I found the human thug and used a form of telepathy to talk with him since he was still unconscious. I know now were we need to go and that our enemy is prepared, but what he is planning even the human couldn't tell me."

Death informed to get his brother on the same page as he was.

"It is good then that Strife and Fury called a few minutes ago. They told me were they want to meet us and that they have another lead to the demon we are searching for."

War added on.

"Were do they want to meet us?" Death asked as he walked to the Jeep they had rented.

War told him and his brother sighed.

"He always finds a way to cross our path every other time, doesn't he?" Death remarked as he opened the door and got on the driver seat.


"... and that is probably why Angles revere to it as things like, a night of passion, spending the night together or making love. All while demons go and call it plowing, fucking and..."

"I know how 'creative' demons can be in that regard Strife, you don't need to remind me." Fury stated as she moved the car into what seemed to be counting as parking space at the side of the street.

"All I wanted to say was that once again it is important what kind of words one chooses. Of course somebody else would say that they are only names, but they alone can have an impact on everything around you.

Which brings me to the point why that saying exits."

Fury took out the keys and was about to open the door but stopped and turned around.

"And that saying was what again?"

"In Hell they fuck, on Earth they have sex, and in Heaven? Up there they make love."

"You seem to have too much fun with that thematic." Fury quipped and stepped outside the car.

Strife shrugged and shook his head before he stepped outside as well.

"I was only trying to point out that best way, for humans at last, is a way in-between. A balance in a way. A balance isn't necessarily fifty/fifty as long as both parts are present enough to have a equilibrium.

And in the end that is what we horseman should want right? A balance."

"Still a strange example you used for this." Fury noticed as she closed the car and took the lead.

"Why? It is showing of why neither Heaven nor Hell are going to achieve true balance and why it is said that the humans might play a big part in all of this, like Raphael said it could be."

Strife defend his stance while he followed Fury into a side street until she stopped in front of a small shop that was selling a strange mixture of used kitchen utensils and old comic books.

"I doubt our old friend bothers to care about things like that thought." Fury said.

"Nice shop he got here, not as suspicious as the one he got in the east."

Strife noticed while Fury only sighed and stretched her arms.

"Let's hope he is even here at the moment. I don't want to wait here for him for a few hours. We will either get done here sooner then last time or I am going to personally burn his shop down."

Strife only nodded shortly as a doorbell rang and his sister stepped inside.

The room they entered was small and crammed full with shelves and cardboard boxes, both either filled with sometimes ancient comic books or a multitude of electronic devices.

"Looks like someone doesn't know what he wants to sell." Strife commented and immediately stepped over to one of the shelves to look trough the titles of the comics while Fury walked directly towards the store counter in the middle of the room that was unoccupied at the moment.

Without a moment to waste Fury pushed the small bell on said counter and after only a few seconds of waiting started wailing on it in a mixture of annoyance and boredom.

Strife sighed at the constant sound but knew better than to interrupt his sister while he could search for older comic titles instead.

Nearly a full minute went by until a young human came out of one of the few back-doors and looked at them in in surprise that changed to worry when he saw Fury scowling at him impatiently.

The poor boy didn't seem to be used to having that many customers to begin with, and having Fury right in front of him didn't seem to do him any better.

Strife almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"What... How can I help you?" the man asked as he put the comic book in his hands on the counter and moved closer, putting his hands into his pockets while doing so like he was trying to protect them.

"You can help us if you get your ass moving and bring us your boss." Fury said in a tone that was dangerously close to a threat.

The human gulped as she leaned on the counter and priced him with her eyes all while Strife hummed a song and took another issue from the shelve.

"Don't worry pal, my sister is just a bit impatient when it comes to dealing with the ones she deems fools. Do you have a issue of 'The Hulk' somewhere around here?" Strife added on nonchalant.

The human only pointed at another shelve to the right while he tried to think how he could get of his own shop and away from the woman that managed to be frightening without even moving a finger.

"My boss is not here... he went away for a short while, but maybe if I would call him he..."

Furys eyes narrowed and Strife shook his head at the young man's poor choice of words before he decided to intervene.

"You are sure he is not in one of the small back rooms? You know, back were he his doing his real business." The human looked from the dangerous woman in front of him to the strange man behind her, trying to determine what kind of business they had with his boss.

"Don't worry, he is expecting us." Strife said, reading the humans thoughts from his face as easily as he could have read on of the comics in his hands. "What about 'Aquaman'? Do you have some of his story's too?" he added as he looked trough the collection in front of him, feigning indifference towards the humans troubles.

Once again the young man pointed at yet another shelve, seemingly at loose for words.

"We can do this one way, you go and search for your boss and get him here." Fury explained with a too friendly smile on her face.

"Or I go and kick the back door in and drag him out by myself."

"I don't even know if he is there, sometimes he just disappears and doesn't even show his face in months." the human explained fearfully of Furys response.

But the glare he received was enough to send him neraly running towards the back door and stepping inside, calling for his boss while doing so.

Strife put the batch of comics he had collected on the counter and sighed.

"Like the guy wasn't a nervous wreck already. You just had to put a fire under him... and they say I am the one who is a sadist." he took a jab at his sister, shaking his head in played disapproval.

"I thought I was actually pretty reasonable, can't just make a full turn when I already made a first impression. And it is not my fault that some humans are so fear full."

Fury defended her actions slightly annoyed at Strifes disapproval, but knowing well that he was only trying to bring her there.

A short moment later the human returned and signalled them to follow him.

After they made it past several small rooms they entered a small but longish room that was filled with gun loaded tables on both sides while the man they were looking for sat at the end of the room, writing in a small book and licking his lips.

The young human moved outside and closed the door behind him as soon as they had entered which peaked Strifes paranoia just a bit since the room would have made a excellent trap, which all the horseman were used to be expecting by now.

But Fury didn't let her instincts slow her down and immediately moved towards the person at the back of the room.

He was an old man here, seemingly unable to hurt a fly, hunched over and struggling to read with the small glasses on his nose.

But both Horseman knew that he was merely playing a a part, on one hand to fool his customers into thinking he was old and easy to fool, but Strife was certain that he also did it because he had just to much fun with it.

"Vulgrim, we need information. Now." Fury cut straight to the case and settled down on the table close beside him and taking away his book, forcing him to look at her.

The Demon looked from the mortal shell in front of him to the other one that was approaching him and who settled for the table on the opposite side.

"So the Charred Council really did give you all human body's? Interesting." the demon merchant mused, not bothering to hide a wide grin that didn't fit his current form in the slightest.

"It's not like it is that uncommon to begin with, it is just one of the few times we are actually all together on earth in human body's. With the humans getting all this new fancy technology and such it is getting more and more unreliable to use simple illusions or magic like back in the old times."

Vulgrim nodded and with a small gesture the part of the magic that was masquerading him as a human vanished, giving them the questionable sight of a old man with halve of his face being replaced by a much to large demonic grey face with one giant horn and a unsettling wide smile.

"We all know how ugly you are, no need to remind us." Strife noted before the demon reformed his illusion again.

"Some of us can't afford to conjure up a new body as soon as we feel like it. I am just a private merchant who manages to survive by selling his small goods to such powerful people like you."

"And the moment we don't need your goods Vulgrim, what we need is that information that Raphael mentioned." Fury cut in, trying to get the demons focus back on track.

"So it was one of Raphael's man that was basically beating down my door yesterday? At first I thought he would outright ignore my hint that I had some information for him, seeing how his brethren look down upon him for dealing with such honest souls like me." the demon recalled amused.

"Why didn't you give us a call back then?" Strife asked, earning a disapproving look from his sister for stretching out the conversation needlessly.

"I didn't know how to reach you! You horseman are basically undercover now, not even one of your usual contacts could tell me how to get to you. And dealing with the Charred Council is always such hassle. No, contacting the Archangel seemed like the best idea at the time."

"I hope that information you have was worth coming here then. If you only wanted to get us here to sell us yet another bunch of useless weapons and insignificant human toys..."

"They do have some good comics thought." Strife interrupted his sisters treat without bating an eye and nodded at her with a smile to continue when she shot him a glare.

"... someone is going to beat down more then just your door."

The old man's face was a strange mixture of grinning and hidden fear.

Strife could only hand it to Fury, her treat might have been weak, and definitely not original, but her voice and tone alone made clear that she wasn't playing around.

He fact that everyone in creation knew one one level or another what she was capable of didn't hurt things either.

And Vulgrim knew to well that many of the bloody legends that surrounded the female Horseman were only to true, so his desire to give her a witty comeback didn't manage to climb higher than his fear .

"Sadly I can't tell you were the demon you are searching for is hiding, but I can tell you what his plan might be."

"Is that so? How so?" Strife asked curiously, once again, to Furys dismay.

"Well, I can tell you how because he bought form me, in this exact room only a few weeks ago." the demon said with a grin.

"And what did he buy from you?" Fury asked with as sigh, knowing well how Vulgrim enjoyed it to up the tension and haggle about the price.

"You get one thousand in soul energy as soon as we get back and my power isn't as limited as it is in a human body. Standard price for Information of value." Strife assured the demon, just like Fury knowing what he was waiting for.

"Two thousand souls, price for Information of higher value." Vulgrim added on and received a glare from Fury who surely planned on threatening to simply beat the information out of him if he didn't comply, but Strife was faster then her.

"One thousand and eight hundred in soul energy, and free choosing from your fine weapons and gadgets you got in here since we are such dedicated and well paying customers."

Vulgrim looked from Fury to Strife and back, his illusion perfectly simulating frowning old eyes as he contemplated his options, Fury leaning towards him didn't help in the slightest.

"Alright, I tell you. Consider the deal made." he accepted and waved with both hands to calm the suddenly tense situation.

Fury only backed off a few centimetres, but it was enough to let Vulgrim know that he wasn't in immediate danger.

"So what did he buy?" Strife asked trying to sound comradely.

Vulgrim sighed.

"A bomb. Capable to nearly wipe out a complete human building complex. And enough magical utensils to enhance it if he has the needed supplements."

Strife shook his head and grimaced, good news sounded different, but he wasn't in the last bit surprised.

Vulgrim was known for his shady business after all, and compared to the usual spawns of hell he was at last keeping track to whom he was selling to.

"War told us that the demon has stolen a powerful artefact from a higher demon. I guess that counts as 'needed supplement'?" Fury asked and Vulgrim nodded, feeling slightly guilty under her pricing eyes, which was a strange thing for the demon to feel.

"A artefact of enough magnitude might give his bomb enough power to level an entire building block. And that is before one counts the magical fallout that might happen depending on the artefact." the demon explained hastily.

"Well, we probably still have a few days." Strife noticed with a shrug.

Both Vulgrim and Fury looked at him, trying to determine what he was saying.

"I mean, the humans will celebrate the new year in a few days all over the world. There is no better time to disrupt the world and get as much attention as when you light the fireworks on midnight and steal everyone else's thunder."

Strife explained flatly.


Officer Sören looked up from the security footage were the man they had had in custody only last night was ripping a security door out for the third time now and still it looked like a fake to the police man.

If he hadn't seen the destroyed door himself he had thought it was just good photo manipulation or some kind of camera trick.

"So, let me count that Felix." He said turning to his college in front of the monitors.

"The guy first kicked the door to our captive in after the guard was taken out by the man who had barricaded himself inside. Then he hunted said man over the balcony, into the hallway, ran over a bunch of orderly, decided that physics are only a guideline and ripped a security door out of it's hinges.

Before he forced the elevator doors open to jump after it instead of taking the stairs directly to the right and demolished the glass entrance of the hospital as he ran after the guy.

Finally he hunted the man on the motorcycle on his bare boots until a bus nearly drove him over.

Do I have all of that right?"

The other officer nodded and shrugged.

"Didn't seem like he was used to giving up." Felix only noted.

"This day is getting stranger as it is growing older. First we have a shoot-out in a restaurant, were it turns out that a suspected crime lord has just murdered one of his own man, with incriminating evidence nearby. And then we get here and have a wild chase were one of the participants thinks he is getting cast for a new Terminator-movie.

And once again we have no idea what is even going on."

"Witnesses identified the man in red as the guy we had in custody last night, and the guard that was knocked out identified his 'brother' who was also there, disguised as a doctor to get closer to the captive. But nothing happened as far as he could tell."

Sören nodded, he already knew all that.

"The question remains, were was their 'sister' by then, and dose this strange family have more members?"

A knock at the door interrupted the two police men and their youngest colleague stepped in.

"Bjarne, what's wrong? Got any news for us?"

'Hopefully good' Sören added on in his head.

"Well, you know, I thought about checking the security cameras in the vicinity of the restaurant were that shoot-out happened in the morning, and they had a bank machine with a camera nearby.

We actually got a photo of the second guy that was restraining the crime boss as he walked out of a side-street and who witnesses said was the one who fired the only shot."

Felix and Sören looked at each-other and back at the young man who was obviously excited at his findings.

"That are good news, what is so unbelievable about that? Why do you look like you are about to jump into the air?" Sören asked as Bjarne walked over to one of the computers and opened a email account to show the footage he mailed to himself.

"You were wondering were the female of the trio went to, and if there were more then the three we know about right? Well, I might have the answer to that." with that the young man called up the first few photos and presented them to the older officers.

Showing them a picture of Strife and Fury walking past the camera arguing about something just at the right moment to get a somewhat good shot of their faces.

"So that is were she went hmm? And the man beside her?"

"He looks exactly like the man the witnesses in the restaurant described. And the time window is right. I am sure she and the man are working together." Bjarne explained his theory with excitement.

"Good work and thinking on your part. We might never have gotten that material if you hadn't inquired on your own. Keep up the good work..."

Sören was about to say more when yet another knock at the door interrupted him.

"Boss, I have something you might want to check out yourself." the female officer declared as she walked in.

"Good news or bad Sophie?" Sören asked as she pointed outside.

"We were asking for witnesses to what happened in the hospital. Most have seen nothing or not enough, as expected. But there was one nurse that arrived just as the things were calming down.

She said she might have seen the man in red, Warfield, one the phone of a man she knows.

She went pretty silent after a while so I think she might fear that someone might get into trouble because of here.

Maybe if you can go an clear some things up we might find out who this guys are connected to."

Sören nodded and turned to Bjarne.

"Can you put the pictures on your laptop and bring it to me? If we have any luck we might find out who that fourth guy is, or at last his name."

The younger man nodded and walked of to find his laptop while Sören sighed.

"I am going to be happy if we finally manage to find out what those guys are up to." he admitted while Felix looked up from his monitors and turned around.

"Don't worry yourself too Death. Whatever they do, it probably wont lead to another War or the end of the World."

Sören sighed again, he should never have told Felix what he thought about their suspects names.

It had been nothing but a bad idea.


Author Note: Sry for the giant delay but I had some stuff to sort out. But even thought I had this mostly done for a while I actually wanted to go back and do it over several times, which in the end I did not. I don't know why but something keeps bothering me about it.

I am trying to get the get the rest of the story done before the year ends, but I can't make any promises.

It is just, the more I write, the more I notice that "damn, this thing is getting longer then I expected" and suddenly I have three more chapters.

Until then, I hope the current chapters is enjoyable and pleas do tell how obvious it was that Vulgrim was going to be involved.

Reviews are always welcome.