New Disclaimer: I mention religion a bit in this chapter. I don't mean any offense to any religions I might bring up. The insults Natalie shoots at Morgana are based on my personal experience with some seriously messed-up religious fanatics in my hometown, which happens to be in the Midwest, and they just happened to not be Catholic.
Morgana and Anthony both had a difficult time keeping their minds on the Mass that Sunday. Anthony was wondering about Dylan; he loved her, loved with everything. But what about Natalie? Would she ever open up to them?

Morgana, however, was thanking very inappropriate thoughts for a church. At first, she was coming up with ways to torment Natalie, but her mind switched during communion to various ways to kill Seamus O'Grady and cause the most pain. No one, she thought, No one messes with my brother, or the woman he loves. She smiled. He finally found someone. Now she needed to.

She didn't really...or did she? She and her brother would still be as close, but with Dylan, they would have to incorporate her into his plans. She would be alone for more than she was used to. But there was no reason to rush into finding someone. She might even be alright on her own. She couldn't think offhand of anyone she was mildly interested in anyway.

Well, maybe she could...

She received a sharp jab to the ribs as she was pulled back into focus. Three seconds behind the rest of the congregation, she crossed herself quickly. "The Mass is ended," declared the priest, "Let us go in peace."

"Thanks be to God," the congregation replied.

"So," he brother asked when they left the church, "What were you thinking about?"

She cocked an eyebrow and was silent. He shrugged and started to get in the car. She cleared her throat. "I don't try to drive your BMW," she said, taking the keys to her Jaguar and sliding in.
"You're late," snapped Natalie when the two entered the agency. "My watch says it's still ten fourteen," said Morgana, noticing that Alex was sitting in between Natalie and Dylan.

"How long does it take you Catholics anyway?"

Morgana loomed over her and snarled, "You want to clarify the meaning of that, Blondie?"

Natalie stood up. She was about three inches shorter than Morgana, and she just now realized it. "I think the idol-worship speaks for itself." Oh, God she's a Midwest Protestant, Morgana thought.

"You believe everything you read?" Morgana asked, cracking her knuckles.

"Problem?" mimicked Natalie.

"Just one," Morgana pulled back her right arm. Anthony latched onto her elbow. "Morgana!" he hissed. Slowly, she lowered her hand and jerked her arm away. Natalie sat own-self satisfied. Morgana shot her a glower that assured her she would have beaten her to a pulp if no one had been there.

The two assassins and the angels sat down tersely as Bosley answered the ringing phone.

"Good-morning Angels," came Charlie's voice.

"Good-morning, Charlie." The three said.

"I'm glad to see you all are here," -was that a note of sarcasm in his tone?- "But we have to backtrack. Morgana and Anthony informed me last night that they have an understanding with Michael Ciafatelli. You'll be going back to the Bluesrock tonight. You will all be filling your previous positions."

Natalie groaned. "Can I be something besides a waitress?"

"I'm sorry Natalie, but you're best at it. We meet back here at nine tomorrow morning. Good luck, everyone."
A/N: Not much of a chapter, but it's sort of necessary. We have two songs in the next one; another Black Sabbath and a Pink Floyd. We also have a fight scene and a Robin Hood reference (Don't ask.). I'll have it posted as soon as I can type it out!