Author's notes: Okay guys I'm sorry about the long wait but I have a lot on my mind right now, what with school and everything. Anyway I am so glad that you all appreciate my work. And here is another exciting edition to Ash's journey into the darkness. PS there will probably be only a few chapters left. Come on guys I have a lot on my mind and more stories to write…and less time to write them.

Chaz dropped them all off at the front of the apartment building he had picked them up at. He drove away in quite a hurry, worried about the wife and family no doubt. Ash, Constantine, Occult and E stood out in the rain with their weapons at hand. Constantine took refuge in a nearby phone booth and made a phone call he only talked for a moment then hung up and rejoined his comrades in arms in the rain storm. "What was that all about?" asked Ash.

"Eh? The phone call ye mean? Awe just some last minute business operations," Constantine said naturally.

"What kind of business?" asked Ash.

"Nothing special mate, you might say it was…private business," said Constantine with a smirk. Ash decided to drop the conversation there. Not just because he was not did not particularly care but because out of the fog came two shapes walking towards the group along the sidewalk. One was tall dark and gloomy looking, the other short and child-like. As they came into full view the four of them came to recognize the Phantom Stranger. To Ash however the young teenaged boy at his side with brown hair and glasses was a complete stranger. The boy with the glasses stopped in his tracks at the sight of Mr. E, but the Stranger's hand on his shoulder gave him the strength to walk closer. The two of them came to a stop only a few feet from the main group. The teenaged boy looked curiously at Ash.

Ash had realized by now that he was amongst wizards, but in this case the resemblance was just plain uncanny. "So who are you suppose to be kid? Harry Potter?" asked Ash.

The teenaged boy appeared to be taken aback by the comment. "Its Tim Hunter," he said. "And I hate those books."

"Groovy, so do I," replied Ash.

"Groovy? Who the hell says groovy any more?" asked Tim.

Ash looked at the kid for a moment, he almost reminded him of himself at that age. "Your not bad kid," said Ash. He then brought up his chainsaw arm and switched it to on, in preparation for the battle to come…and to send a rush of fear into the kid. Tim took half a step back at the sight of Ash's arm, which he had not had a clear view of until then. "But be careful who you shoot your mouth off to in the future," Ash advised before bringing his chainsaw arm back down to his side.

"Right," said Tim, not fearfully but understandingly that he had been a little rude to the American. "Hello John," said Tim as he turned to his favorite of his mentors.

"Lo Tim," said Constantine as he lit a fresh cigarette. "Our new mate here is Ash," Constantine explained with an arm on his American friend's shoulder. "A real American hero, highest body count in the history of demon fighting," Constantine finished. Ash almost blushed at the intro.

"I thought you had the highest John?" said Tim in confusion. Ash and the others all turned to Constantine.

"I'm talking about direct kills Tim," Constantine corrected himself.

"Right," said Ash. "Okay you Celtic screw heads listen up," said Ash calling everyone to attention. "Kid if Tall Dark and Creepy here didn't fill you in on what's going on here then here's the short version, there's an army of demonic zombies taking over the city and we are the first and last line of defense here. To sum it all up we're gonna kick their asses and send them home cryin to their demonic mamas. Not sure if we have enough weapons to go around but when in doubt just stick with us, keep your wits and try not to get in the way. Got it?"

"Well, yes I think so…but that was awful long to be the short version?" replied Tim.

"What?" asked Ash.

"I mean it just seemed a bit too long to be the short version," said Tim.

"Okay fine, you limy smarty pants," began Ash in an annoyed tone of voice. "You want the super-short version? Here it is. We either we blast these demons back to hell or WE'ER BONED! You got that four eyes."

Tim sighed. "Right I got it," he said.

Constantine puffed his cigarette. "Splendid to see your both off to such a good start," he said. "That's bein a regular role model aye mate?" Constantine smirked.

Ash turned towards Constantine with a look of annoyed indifference. "Oh and you must be Mr. Rogers, then?" Ash snapped back with a returning smirk.

"Well I'm no yank or marine. But I have a tattoo…which at the moment will remain unexposed," returned Constantine with a widened grin.

"Enough," came the commanding voice of the Phantom Stranger, everyone went silent and turned to the dark cloaked stranger. "Now that we are all acquainted I trust we can embark upon our undertaking now. With the understanding of course that all that has come to pass is done and that past wrong doings shall not be resumed," the Stranger said facing Mr. E. Everyone turn towards the blind mage.

"Must a man be ridiculed for taking necessary precautions?" asked E in an annoyed tone.

Tim Hunter took a step back in fear, Ash and Constantine stepped forward. "Listen up scum bag, if you even…" Ash began but was cut off by E's can striking the ground.

"Please, spare me the threats and badgering," pleaded Mr. E. "Very well then, although I fear I may be dooming us all in saying this. You have my word that I shall make no further attempt to purge the word of Mr. Hunter, as great a threat he may be. The burden and the responsibility, rests squarely in the hands of you gentlemen, God willing you shall make good of it," E finished. Tim sighed with relief.

Constantine blew a long streak of smoke. "Well as far as the willing part, I some how doubt he'll be doing anything out of the usual. Thrown and clouds and whatnot…" Constantine began but was interrupted by Ash.

"Hey would you ease off the Blassfeeming Johnny?" asked Ash in a reasonable tone. "We need all the help we can possibly get, and besides he's watching, remember," Ash finished and nodded to the sky.

"Oh good then I can finally tell im a few wee thoughts of mine…" Constantine gave a menacing grin then looked up, pointed to the sky and opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped short by a tapping on his right shoulder.

"Oh Johnny boy," came Ash's voice from Constantine's side. Constantine turned to see that Ash was tapping him on the shoulder with his chainsaw arm with a blinding grin on his face. "Don't tempt me Johnny," said Ash.

Constantine frowned; he hated it when someone tried to be his conscience. But he could not help but like the yank. "All right squire," he sighed. "I'll keep my wee thoughts up here," he said and tapped his temple. "Lucky for you I like ye," he said with a faint smirk.

"As well you should my English friend," said Ash. "Okay Mister Sunglasses at night. You're the one with the whole second site thingumy, lead us to the bad guys," said Ash to Mr. E.

"Right then," E sneered at Ash's sarcasm. "This way Gentlemen," finished E as he lead the six of them down the rainy streets of London they passed by a sign on the side of the road that read 'Buckingham Palace two miles,' a black arrow pointed after them.

Author's notes: Okay so there wasn't any action, I know you want it but it will have to wait till next time, it won't be nearly as long a wait I promise.