"What?!"

"You all heard me. I want your pocessions cleaned out of your quarters and out.Do not dare to come back or perform missions in Iscariot's or the Vatican's name! DO I make myself clear Heinkel, Yumiko and Anderson?!"

Anderson stood up and planted his hands firmly on either side of the desk, leaning forward to stare into Maxwell's twitching eyes.

"Enrico, for over thirty years I have killed for Iscariot and in the name of God. I have saved infants and done my work with great vigor despite harsh conditions that sometimes it places me under. I have been shot, my arms cut off, spears through my chest and only He knows how many injuries...and still you overlook these for a mistake that anyone could have done!"

Maxwell curled his lip, and reached up a finger to poke the priest in the forehead.

"Anyone? I can hardly believe that the Divine Instrument of Justice can make mistakes.I demand perfection Alexander.Perfection equals praise and praise equals moeny that puts food in our mouths and a bed to sleep in.I have dismissed, even killed those before who have slipped up and tarnished our reputation and nearly exposed our work and organization.I am letting you three off easy because you have always been my favorites and the ones who actually did work that was satisfying. It's a pity really.......my favorites having to go off in the wild crowds of normal people who don't kill vampires and read newspapers and....OH NO.....don't go to church! Oh the horror!"Maxwell pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, and mocked swooning at the "horror" or it all. He suddenly grinned and straightened up.

"This isn't fair Enrico" Heinkel said coldly.

"Nothing is fair in life. You should know that by now Wolfe. After all, was it fair for your parents to abandon you in a ditch only to be found later screaming for Mother? Was it fair for small children to be torn apart by ghouls and for innocents to be drained of blood? You're getting off easy.....remember that."

Heinkel glared at Maxwell. Jesus, the cocker's smile was about to break his face in half. Since when did he care about the victims of the monsters? If he cared so much, he should stopped hiding behind that old fart and do something about it before she brought her gun and shot his smile right off his face.

"Heinkel? You've been clutching your gun and staring at me for God knows how long. Now be a nice girl and put it down....Enrique?"

The old priest stepped, his eyes obscured in the light reflecting from his glasses from the dying midday sun shining through the windows.

"Yes Father Maxwell?"

"Please show these three out and make sure they don't leave behind any.....'presents.'"

"Yes sir."

"You're going to regret this Maxwell."Anderson said quietly.

"Rather the contrary dear Father Andy.....for once I can put my feet up and listen to what I wanted to hear for the past five years.....total, complete silence."

Enrique gently pulled a weeping Yumiko by the arm, and grunted in disdainas Heinkel yanked her arm away and stormed out. Anderson walked slowly behind, and turned.

"No Father Enrico Maxwell.....you ARE going to regret this.If there was no Heinkel....if there was no Yumiko....if there was no me...."

Maxwell put his feet up on the desk.

"And?"

"You and your collared sheep would have been dead by now. For if there no sheepdogs, Enrico, who is going to protect the sheep and his little boy blue from the bloodthirsty wolves? Will you stand up to the wolves, or just hide behind the haystack and blow your horn?"

Silence.

"I thought so."

He turned to open the door and follow the sound of footsteps and weeping when.....

"I never knew you had to resort to nursery ryhmes from the orphanage to try to get your point across Anderson."

The door slammed shut and made a ceramic statue of a crucified Christ fall and shatter on the floor.

"DAMN!!!!"