Song listened to: 'Partners in Crime' by Set It Off Ft. Ash Costello

"Zaves!"

The young messenger looked up at the sound of his name, smiling brightly at the sight of his young friend, returning her excited wave in turn, and tilted his head in confusion at the other one that joined her at her side. He had heard the rumors of course but hadn't known if they were true or not, but as it appears, with his joining them, those rumors held a bit more truth to them than he had thought.

"Hey, Akeelah.", he nodded to the other one, "What's he doing here?"

She giggled and elbowed the young angel at her side, "Nis said for him to do something 'productive'."

"I thought you didn't like him, though."

Akeelah nodded, "I don't. He's dumb." The one at her side nodded in agreement, "And she's stupid." Zaveriel smiled as he caught one, nodding his head, crossing his arms loosely to express just how impressed he was with their cunning. "You two!"

Paul kicked at an unseen stone sheepishly, "Sorry I hurt you."

"Don't sweat it kid. Can't help that you're badass."

He looked up to see the messengers bright eyes and contagious smile, and soon enough returned the gesture, the messenger waved him over to see the grand book him and the young Choir fledgling had been working on for quite some time now. It was full of their best work; competition, pranks, jokes, the whole works. He kept it safely hidden away under his bed with the food for the fox pup he had stashed in his room. Gabriel was accustomed to being on many battle fields but the one place he refused to go was his lieutenants bedroom, thus his fox pup, Buster, was safely hidden away.

"So, who's our target this week?"

Akeelah pulled her friend forward with her, the three of them crowding around the large book suspiciously, giggling together as they flipped the pages one after the other. She nudged the messenger in the side, "Paul should pick! It's his first time in our club!"

"You have a club?"

"Sure do, can't tell you though! It's a secret club!"

Akeelah giggled again, "He just says that 'cause he can't think of a name for it."

They let the youngling flip through their book for some time, letting him mule over the pages he turned to, watching in amusement as his eyes widened at a few he came across. There was few who dared go against Father Himself, but even He had made it in their book, they left no one out as to be unbiased in their choices.

Paul smiled as he came to the one, he liked and pointed at it, they took that as their cue to gather around, and Zaveriel smiled.

"A sarcasm war. Nice."

"You're nice." Was the boy's response and the messenger grinned at him, "You're gonna fit right in." he lifted up a few hundred pages and pointed at the section marked up as 'victims', "We're doing the time. Who's getting' the time?"

Paul mauled it over for some time, never daring go up against the highest one there was and pointed at the top of the list.

"I cannot express to you in words how happy it makes me that you picked the Old Man."

They all shared a grin and rushed off for the Throne Room to get their war kicked off and started, allowing their new participant the honor of going first, Paul was a bit shy at first, hanging out around the doors. But his new friends encouraged him, and walked with him, at his sides, as they entered the grand Throne Room.

Aunt had returned from wherever it was She had gone, and Her and Father sat talking to one another humorously, when She noticed their entrance.

"Brother, it appears the troublemaking ones have recruited a new member to their club."

He turned to look at the three of them, a smile gracing His features, noticing immediately the two young ones who had once had so much strife between them.

"Little Paul, I haven't seen you since you were a toddling little thing, always playing at My feet.", Paul blushed lightly and turned away from Him, "Look at how much you've grown. Tell Me, My son, what can I do for you?"

The trainee looked to his two friends for support, and they nodded again, smiling encouragingly, and he turned to look back up at his Father again with a newfound courage.

"I hope when I inevitably choke to death on gummy bears people just say I was killed by bears and leave it at that."

Aunt started laughing immediately, turning to look at Her Brother, and began laughing even harder at His expression. He, for one, ignored His Sister laughing at Him and pointed an accusatory finger at the two known troublemakers.

"You've both gone and corrupted a perfectly good angel. "