1:45pm
PHILADELPHIA, PA
Midael stood on the skyscraper. He was dressed in all-black. Leather pants, boots, trench coat, turtleneck shirt. He also had biker gloves. He was tall, well-built, his jet-black hair held back in a pony-tail.
Two others were beside him, dressed alike, except they had blue trench coats. They were also different nationalities: One was black--the other appeared to be Indian. The Indian said, "Captain, we're here now. What is your will?"
Midael looked over the city. "There." He pointed at a small section, a lowly populated area. "St. Anthony's Academy, formerly a courthouse. A place of many dark secrets. That is where our quarry is, Cole Sear. Your duty is to observe, protect him--with your lives, if necessary.."
The black angel said, "Does he know of our arrival?"
Midael shook his head. "No, Zurghas. And we should not tell him, it may scare him off. Let him find out."
The Indian, Matthaus, nodded. "Yes. That's the best way."
Midael commanded, "Go now. Go to the school. Watch him, follow him.
Slay any who threaten his safety."
The soldiers said in unison, "Yes, Captain." They opened their coats--which then became wings--and jumped off, flying to their
destination.
Watching them leave, Midael sighed. "And pray to our God that you don't fail..."
PHILADELPHIA, PA
Midael stood on the skyscraper. He was dressed in all-black. Leather pants, boots, trench coat, turtleneck shirt. He also had biker gloves. He was tall, well-built, his jet-black hair held back in a pony-tail.
Two others were beside him, dressed alike, except they had blue trench coats. They were also different nationalities: One was black--the other appeared to be Indian. The Indian said, "Captain, we're here now. What is your will?"
Midael looked over the city. "There." He pointed at a small section, a lowly populated area. "St. Anthony's Academy, formerly a courthouse. A place of many dark secrets. That is where our quarry is, Cole Sear. Your duty is to observe, protect him--with your lives, if necessary.."
The black angel said, "Does he know of our arrival?"
Midael shook his head. "No, Zurghas. And we should not tell him, it may scare him off. Let him find out."
The Indian, Matthaus, nodded. "Yes. That's the best way."
Midael commanded, "Go now. Go to the school. Watch him, follow him.
Slay any who threaten his safety."
The soldiers said in unison, "Yes, Captain." They opened their coats--which then became wings--and jumped off, flying to their
destination.
Watching them leave, Midael sighed. "And pray to our God that you don't fail..."
