A/N:Well,here's where we meet one of the some action,bear with me here,and we might just have enough to say I did an ok job for my first story on here!

Chapter 9:The Weird Outlook Of Sean P. O'Farrel.

"This doesn't look too good..." Charlie said. They were in an alley in front of an old abandoned tavern/brewery. Standing in the doorway of the tavern, and the only entrance to the place, were 4 large Dobermans, with a patrol of an extra 8 in the tavern itself. Adding to that were 2 state of the art security cameras, 2 machine gun posts with heavy machine guns, and a manual alarm that the guards could activate should they get attacked.

"Wow...these people sure know how to feel safe." Sean said. "Yeah, dey's sure do, boss." Dante said.

Well,like I always say,the more paranoid you are,the easier it make my , anyone got any ideas?" he asked. Everyone just shook their heads, amazed that he could keep such a clear head at a time like this.

"Ok, here's what we'll do..."

5 mintutes later, everyone was ready to go. Libby,Dante, and Rueban, a large German Sheperd from down south, snuck up to the guards and slit their throats before slipping back into the shadows. Then, when 4 more guards came out to see why the others were 'asleep' on the job, Sean,Charlie, and the rest of the gang charged out and killed them.

"Great work. Only 4 more guards left... I hope."Charlie said.

As they entered the building, an erie silence fell over the group. Sean drew his swords, more for reassurance then anything else.

They found and killed the last of the guards quickly. Then, they began their search of the tavern.

About an hour later, having found nothing of interest, the group prepared to enter the brewery. "Is everyone ready?" Sean asked. When everyone answered yes, he threw open the door, drawing his swords in the same motion.

The first thing you notice when you get into most places filled with metal machinary is that it is ice cold unless the machines are running. Not here. It was hot! And everything was red! Not painted, but lit by flame!

That was all our heroes were able to notice before the demons attacked. Small, firey, and devilishly clever,imps are very hard to deal with. And imps were the demons of the day. These imps were tall for their kind, about 4 feet, had small horns, and sharp teeth. They wore plate mail armor, and had short swords or axes for weapons.

Sean grinned."30? Just 30? Not much of a welcoming party." He prepared his swords. "You got dat right,Mr. Boss,man!" Dante said, grinning, as he prepared to fight off the attacking imps.

The imps stopped about 5 feet from the dogs, forming a semicircle around them. Then... "Hello, Charlie! Its been a while, hasn't it? Ever since you foiled my plans to take over heaven, I've been waiting for a chance to see you again." a deep voice purred from above their heads.

A/N:Sean:*Gasp!Who could it be?

Well,you already know,but don't tell them.I like some cliff hanger endings every now and next time!