5:42pm
PHOENIX, ARIZONA

Gabriel and Uziel were on top of a building. Gabriel asked, "So..any news?"

Uziel replied, "Yes. There is a dark soul in Maine."

The archangel nodded. "Yes, I know that. Henry Evans..he killed his younger brother, though no one knows it."

"Is he the one we've been searching for?"

"Perhaps. He has no conscience. In time, he'll be into sacrifices. A sadistic warrior who will eat other dark souls."

"..'And so, become their inheritor'. But he is still a child."

"Appearances are deceptive, Uziel. He's clever. Everyone he knows
believes him to be the opposite of what he truly is. He will mature into a powerful force to use in our war. Anything else?"

"One of our brothers has been slain by Michael's warriors. Reja, one of my scouts."

He arched an eyebrow. "When? Where?"

"Last night. Near the Evans residence. It was by a well located in a graveyard."

"And the body?"

"Taken by physicians. Henry's father may have learned of it, as he is a captain of the 'healer building'."

"I must go to Maine. Uziel, return there at once. Watch the house of Wallace Evans, let no one see you. Wait for my arrival."

Without a word, the lieutenant walked away.

Gabriel in the opposite direction.


6:00pm

Gabriel saw a young woman get stabbed in an alley by two gangbangers. They had taken her money and ran. The seraph jumped down from his hiding place. He said, "Sarah? You here?" He looked at the wound. It was a gash in her chest. "Well, at least they didn't go for
your head. Come back, Sarah." He waved his fingers in front of her
eyes. "I know you're not gone yet. Come forth..come back. Come on back."

Sarah opened her eyes. She coughed. "Uhh..was I dead?" She looked
up to see Gabriel kneeling over her.

"Yes. But I need you. Can you fly a...one of those..flying machines?"

"An airplane?"

"Right. A plane. A small one for two passengers."

"I guess. I took a few lessons."

"Alright then, let's get a plane."

6:34pm
PHOENIX AVIATION DEPOT

Gabriel walked with Sarah onto the airstrip. A private plane was
starting up. "Good, Sarah. It's ready to go. Come."

Sarah followed him to the plane. It's propellers were spinning.

Gabriel opened the door.

The flyer, a man in his late forties, yelled, "Hey! I'm taking off here. You're not supposed to be on the runway, buddy!"

Gabriel said, "We need your flying device. I and this dead monkey
here." He pulled the man out of the seat and onto the pavement.

But the man wasn't ready to give up. "That's it, punk! You got a
death wish?!"

"No..but you obviously do. Shhh!" He tapped him on the shoulder.

"What..wha-" He slumped to the ground unconscious.

"Come on, Sarah. Move." He stepped in and sat on the passenger side.

Sarah got inside and shut the door. "Okay..where to?"

"Maine. Rock Harbor, to be exact."

She put her foot on the pedal. The plane drove forward and lifted
into the air.

9:20pm
ROCK HARBOR, MAINE

The plane was over a high plateau, a cliff that was 120-feet high. The plane started to sputter. Gabriel said, "What's that sound?"

Sarah replied, "Running out of fuel. Where do we land?!!"

"The bottom."

She descended the plane, but the propellers suddenly stopped. The
vehicle went down faster, in a spiraling motion. "No! Oh God, no!!"

"I don't think *He* is gonna help you! Be careful, don't crash!!"

"I'm trying!" She turned the wheel. The plane smashed onto the rocks below, tearing the metal apart. The engines had caught fire. Sarah was instantly flung through the broken windshield, landing on the rocks below.

Gabriel kicked the door open and jumped out. He ran about fifty
feet away, when the plane exploded in a ball of flame. He walked back
towards the crash. Sarah wasn't in sight. "DAMN!" Once again, he was
without a helper.