Author's notes: Hi everyone, hope your ready for some more action cause chapter three is here. Get ready to meet yet another character of the DC/VERTIGO universe and a whole lot of kick-ass weapons sorry its taking me so long but now I have to deal with school on top of everything else.

A yellow taxicab parked next to a run-down apartment building on the south side of London. E, Constantine, Occult and Ash all emerged from the cab. "Just wait here for us, right Chas?" said Constantine to the muscular man behind the weal.

"Sure, just don't take to long will ye?" replied the driver.

"No worries mate," said Constantine. The four men turned and walked toward the building. "So how'd ye like ol Chas?" Constantine asked Ash.

"Some character. So how long have you known him?" asked Ash.

"Aw we go back a long way him and me," said Constantine as E led them into the apartment building. "I had me a band back in the sixties ya see, that's how I met im," explained Constantine. E led them up the stairs, it was a sad old place with flickering lights worn walls old furniture in the lobby and framed black and white pictures hanging on the wall. E led them to the room marked 667.

Ash examined the number on the door as the others went inside. "Terrific!" he said as he realized the significance of the numbers. 'Neighbor of the beast,' he thought and followed the others in. It was a sad old room. Run down; rotten wood floors, a closet in one corner and a bed in the other, with a Bible on top of it opened to the book of Revelations, 'How the hell is he suppose to read that?' thought Ash. There was a bookcase near the bed, with more dust on it than frosting on a wedding cake. None of the books were labeled in brail. Cobwebs blanketed the ceiling like snow on a winter's day. There were only two windows; one had a large crack in it. A chilling breeze went over all of them. Ash hated it. 'Home sweet home,' he thought to himself. It reminded him of the Knowby Cabin.

"Bloody lovely E," complained Constantine. "God know how many lunatics in this world an we gotta get us a one with a bleedin haunted house for an apartment!" Constantine continued to grip.

"Be patient Constantine," said Dr. Occult. "E, you said you had weaponry for us?" asked the Doctor.

"Right this way," he said leading them to the closet. He pushed it open revealing what appeared to be a small armory. A gun rack full of shotguns pistols and rifles and several edged weapons and tools hung on the walls.

Ash smirked, "Guess you guys aren't a lost cause after all," he said and started looking around the closet, which was about the size of the actual room. He peered around examining everything in sight like a child in a toy store, Constantine and Occult followed a few seconds after not seeming to be very interested in what lay before them. After a few moments of looking around two familiar objects caught Ash's eyes. Ash's face twisted into a grin. "Now what are the chances of this?" he asked out loud. Constantine and Occult looked towards him in confusion. They saw him grab two objects that they could not quite make out in the dim light. He moved swiftly to a workbench at the back of the room and began fiddling with the items.

Constantine puffed smoke from his cigarette. "Beautiful E," began Constantine. "Not only are you the most violent nut job in all the ends of the bleedin earth but a arms dealer! Is no place on earth safe?" Constantine finished.

"These armaments are to maintain the safety of all righteous men on Earth from the dark ones!" sneered E with an unnerving scowl.

"Well have your way mate but shit, ye have enough hardware in here to get you deported ten times over!" said Constantine.

"It dose go against all the ideals of magic dose it not?" asked Occult.

"Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom, Doctor," replied E.

"Well, I suppose there is truth in that," said Occult.

"Seein as how the wanker got that bloody phrase from the ousted president of hell," Constantine said with a bitter smirk, remembering his trip to a section of hell, made to mock the United States and the President he had promised to assist but ended up bugging out on. He did that to a lot of his friends, just about every single one. He was growing to admire his one-armed yank friend very much. He sure hoped the bloke could watch his own arse. The loud hum of an engine starting brought their attention back to Ash. The three of them turned to see Ash revving a chainsaw, now mounted on the stump that would have been his right hand and bringing it down on the barrels of a double barreled 12-gauge shotgun. In just a few seconds he had torn through the barrels of the weapon making both barrels only fourteen inches in length, much shorter than it was before.

Ash looked from his Chainsaw arm to his reunited Boomstick and with a tough face uttered the word, "Groovy,"

"Groovy?" echoed Constantine. "The bloody Yank gets out less than we do!"

"Hey, Up yours you English prick," growled Ash in his own defense.

"Did I tell you my father was half Irish?" asked Constantine with a smirk.

Ash opened his mouth to reply but was cut of by Dr. Occult. "Enough!" he said in a calm but firm voice. "We must concentrate our actions toward our enemies."

"Fine," grumbled Ash, he had been looking forward to an enjoyable war of words between himself and his English friend but realized the good doctor was right. "Anyway, now its you guy's turn," said Ash, getting back down to business.

"Our what?" asked Constantine as if caught off guard.

"Choose your weapons come on you guys, get with the program, pick your pick," said Ash as he motioned to the stockpile of weaponry. Constantine only puffed smoke from his cigarette. Occult spoke out after a moment.

"We are students of Magic, whatever foes we may face we will face with magic as our sword and our shield," said the Doctor.

"Well thank you bloody Shakespeare," remarked Constantine as he continued to puff smoke from his cigarette, remarking to the fancy epic talk the good doctor had just so enthusiastically sang.

Ash sighed and looked to the sky. "See what you've given me to work with?" he said with a sense of annoyance. He turned and faced his companions again. "Look if the deadites are here then their here with a freaking invasion force the size of Operation Overlord. Your magic fails you your dead. You ask me I suggest you at least choose one for a back up."

"He is right," said Mr. E as he stepped passed Constantine and Occult and began feeling the weaponry as he walked along the tables and racks. "There are some things you cannot trust on magic alone. We must prepare ourselves for the coming of the great battle," he finished as he picked up a crossbow.

"I suppose it cannot hurt to have a secondary choice said the Doctor as he began to look through the arsenal himself. Constantine stood his ground near the exit of the room-closet.

"Not really my thing mates," began Constantine. "As I'm sure you all know by now, I've got me own ways of winning battles," he said and turned to head out of the room, when the hand of an enraged American violently grabbed him by the back of his coat-collar and flung him against the black wall of the room. John barely managed to keep a calm face as Ash's angry eye's filled his view.

"Okay pal lets get something strait here, we are going to stop these bastards and we are going to do it my way, it's not exactly the easiest way but we know it'll work," said Ash as he held Constantine to the wall but looking at all present in the room as he spoke. "You guys wanta us magic that's fine. But you had better bring a backup weapon of some kind because I am not gonna get myself killed just cause you limies like your magic wands better. And as for you my deceptive friend, you had better not leave us out there, and don't even think about pullin any of your little schemes that'll get me or any of these losers, killed, damned, tortured, maimed or possessed," said Ash.

"Would drowned be alright?" asked Constantine. Ash tightened his grip. "Just a bit of fun squire nothin more, gee," complained as he struggled to free, Ash cooperatively complied and released his Blonde haired friend from his grip. Ash felt kind of rotten about saying all that. On the car ride over to E's place, Constantine and Occult had told Ash about most of Constantine's feats. Most of which were amazing but all had a common out come. He saves the world by screwing over his friends and his enemies at the same time. Constantine kept a face of indifference but Ash could tell he had struck a nerve by giving his pub-partner the badass speech.

"Okay first we need some background info," began Ash. "You ever used a gun before Johnny?" he asked.

"What do you think mate?" answered Constantine.

"Huh," said Ash as he thought for a moment then remembered something he had passed earlier. "I think I have just the thing for you Johnny," he said and guided John to one of the gun racks and pointed to one of it's contents.

"No, bloody no, I won't do it, not now or EVER!" bellowed Constantine at the sight of the weapon Ash had pointed out.

TEN MINUTES LATTER:

Chaz sat waiting for what had seemed to be an eternity. He managed to pass the time by worrying about his wife and daughter, he hoped they didn't run into trouble getting out of town, what with all the violence and the demons siege and all. He looked up into the rear view mirror and saw all four of his costomers walking out of the apartment building and towards him. The only thing different about them was they were all armed now, but nothing shot Chaz's mood up more than the sight of his dear friend John Constantine, carrying a gun of his own, that appeared to be in the shape of a golden cross.

"Bloody hell this is heavy!" whined Constantine as he carried his back up weapon to their ride.

"Well it is made of Gold," pointed out E from his left side holding his crossbow across his chest.

"A waste of perfectly good bloody money," Constantine continued to complain.

"Awe quite yer bitching," began Ash to Constantine's right. "It's a shotgun, its impossible to miss with one of those, believe me."

"Well I'll take your word for it on that one mate. But it's still bloody heavy," said Constantine.

"Your really making a whole lot of fuss over nothing," said Dr. Occult from his fare left.

"Well that's easy for you to say, Doctor cheapscap," growled Constantine. "All you have to carry is that little pistol," he sneered.

"It is a revolver Constantine," said the doctor as he pulled out the silver colored revolver he had conceled in his pocket. "And it is no ordinary one for that matter, it shoots stones from the road to Damascus, where Jesus met with Saint Paul, they are very deadly to demons of all classes."

"No kidding and to think that the most beneficial contribution to the military that man ever made was walking down some pitiful dirt road," grumbled Constantine.

"Awe come on Johnny, besides if your magic holds out you won't even have to use it," said Ash with a smirk. As he slid into shotgun (of the cab).

The other three got in the back, Constantine got in last and as he did he noticed a statue of the Virgin Mary outside the apartment he did not notice before, quickly denying himself any form of faith that image tried to give him he sat down in the cab and Ash's words flashed through is mind again, 'if your magic holds out' he had said. 'Our lady of long lasting magic don't fail me now,' he allowed himself to think. "Okay Chaz back where you got us from," he said. Chaz nodded. As the car pulled out of the neighborhood rain started to fall again. A cleansing rain, or so everyone in London hoped.