(A/N: Ok, so the first part of the video has passed, now comes the part where Aska and Chage actually find the angel. Hope you enjoy it.)

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Chapter 2: Angel

Oblivious to the confrontation between the chief and Nova, Aska and Chage searched through the prison chamber that had recently been discovered. There were many captives, men and woman, young and old, rich and poor, sick and healthy. It was a sickening sight. There were infants locked in cages!

"Those bastards." Aska muttered. "Look what they've been doing."

Chage didn't reply. Instead he pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Chief, this is Officer Chage, we need a medical unit and decontamination team here stat! Over."

A few seconds passed and then they chief replied. "Roger that. They're already on their way. Over."

"Thanks, chief. By the way, did you catch Deboarie? Over."

When the chief replied, he sounded irritated. "Oh we caught him alright. He resisted arrest and tried to shoot me. Had to blow the bastard to Hell. Over."

Normally Chage would be against such things, but for Nova he could make an exception. "Well done, chief. We'll report back if anything should come up. Over."

"You do that. I'll be standing by. Over and out."

"Over and out." He put the walkie-talkie away and looked for his partner. "Hey Aska! Where are you?"

"Over here!"

Chage found him examining a steel mechanical door. "The medics are on their way. We should work on freeing these people. What are you doing?"

Aska continued examining the door. There was a small circular window, only a few inches large, which he looked through. "It looks like some sort of top security prison chamber. I think I can see someone in there. Take a look."

Chage looked through the window. He could see what looked like a person laying down, either asleep, unconscious, or dead. He prayed it wasn't the third option.

"How do we get in there?"

Aska crossed his arms. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. But look here. What's that look like to you?"

Chage looked at what Aska was pointing at. "I'm no expert. But by looking at this, I would say that it takes a retina scan to get in."

Aska nodded. "That's my guess too. Only authorized personnel, even among their own kind."

Chage groaned. "What is with theses people and eyes?"

Aska shrugged. "Who knows? But come on, we have to get them out of there."

Chage took out a grenade. "Stand back, I got this."

He set the grenade by the door and the two of them took cover as it blew open.

"I wonder why this person would be in such a high security chamber." Chage commented.

"Maybe whoever they are can tell us." Aska replied, entering the room.

There was very little light, only a small amount was provided by a single light hanging from the ceiling. The prisoner lay under this light, not moving. Aska carefully approached the person as Chage looked around for anything dangerous or suspicious. When Aska got close enough, he saw that the person was a woman. A stunningly beautiful woman with pale skin and light brown shoulder-length hair. She was wearing only what appeared to be a single white nightgown. She also had a pair of fake wings on, like she was about to perform in a play of some sort.

Aska lifted up one of the fake wings so he could see the condition the woman was in. When he did, he realized that these wings weren't fake. They were real! They were actually attached to the woman's body!

"What the hell?"

Chage gave his friend a confused look. "What?"

"Chage, get over here and look at this!"

Confused, Chage walked over to his partner. "What?" he repeated.

Aska carefully lifted the wing again. "These are real!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Chage bent down to get a better look. "My god, you're right. They're attached. What's going on? Is she human?"

Aska pulled his mask off to get a better look at what seemed to be an actual angel. "Not sure. I've never seen or heard of anything like this." His eyes narrowed and he suddenly became angry. "Well human or not, she didn't deserve this. The poor thing."

He reached down to feel for a pulse. Before he even touched her, the angel began coughing.

"My god, she's alive!" Chage cried.

Aska quickly scooped her up. "She needs medical attention now!"

The two policemen ran out of the chamber, stopping only briefly to ensure the other prisoners that they were safe and that more help was coming. They ran through the church, ignoring the questions that their fellow officers threw at them. Once outside, they went to the closet medical team, demanding treatment for the woman.

"What's her condition?" the medic asked.

Aska glared at him. "How the hell should I know? You're the expert."

Giving Aska a dirty look, the medic signaled to two others and they brought out a stretcher. But they stopped their duties the moment they noticed that the wings, which they too had thought were fake, were actually real.

"These things are attached to her!" one of the medics cried.

Chage rolled his eyes. "Did you come to that conclusion with your medical expertise?"

"Well, what is she?"

"Just another victim of Deboarie's." Aska replied. He looked down at her and noticed her dry lips and struggling attempts to breath properly. "She needs water." When none of the medics did anything, he lost his patients. "Now!"

His angry tone got the medics moving. They quickly brought him a bottle of water with a straw. Aska put the straw in the angel's mouth and gave the water bottle a small squeeze. The angel reacted almost the exact moment the cool water made contact with her dry mouth. She began rapidly sucking down the water, beginning to quench her thirst that had not been satisfied for so long.

Chage gave the angel a smile as he watched her drink. "There ya' go. You drink all you need."

After another bottle and a half, the angel went limp in Aska's arms. She already looked better and was breathing much easier. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked at Aska and Chage.

"W-Where… where am I?" she asked.

Her voice was the most beautiful thing Chage and Aska had ever heard. "You're safe." Aska told her. "I'm Officer Aska, and this is Officer Chage."

Chage nodded to her and gave her a smile. "Hello. How are you feeling?"

The angel paused for a moment before answering. "Better. Thank you for saving me."

Chage's grin widened. "Think nothing of it. It was our pleasure."

Aska nodded in agreement. "We're glad you're feeling better." His smile turned into a frown. "What happened to you? Are you sure you're all right? What did those bas… people do to you?"

The angel closed her eyes, looking deep in thought. Finally she opened her eyes again, giving the two men an apologetic look. "I-I don't remember. I don't remember anything."

Aska looked surprised. "Nothing? You don't remember how you were kidnapped? Where you're from?"

The angel shook her head. "Nothing."

"Not even you're name?" Chage asked. The angel shook her head. "Hmm, well that's not good. I guess we'll just have to make one up for now; until your memory comes back." He thought for a moment. "How about Angel?"

Aska cut his eyes at him. "Real original." He muttered sarcastically.

Chage shrugged. "It's the best I could do on such short notice."

The angel gave him a kind smile. "I like Angel." She said.

Chage gave Aska a triumphant look, to which Aska just rolled his eyes to. "Well then, Angel, we're going to get you someplace safe."

"Actually, sir, we'll take it from here."

Aska and Chage turned to see one of the decontaminators approaching them. Behind him were several others, carrying a large decontamination pod of some sort.

"Take it from here?" Aska repeated. "What are you talking about? This woman needs medical attention."

The decontaminator nodded. "Yes, we'll take care of that when we take her back to base."

Chage moved in front of Aska and Angel, as they now called her. "She needs a hospital."

The decontaminator shook his head. "The medics have reported that she's not human. I can see that they're right. We can't let her into the public until we know just what she is." Both Aska and Chage glared at the medics, who looked away shamefully. "Don't worry, we'll make sure she'll be brought back to full health."

Aska tightened his hold on Angel, who was holding onto him tightly as well. "We're not letting you take her."

"I'm afraid we don't have a choice."

Aska and Chage turned to the speaker. It was the chief.

"But sir-"

The chief shook his head. "This is out of our hands. Our job is done."

Chage glared at the chief. "Our job is to ensure the safety of everyone. She falls in that category."

The chief sighed. "True, but where the general health is concerned, the decontaminator have the final say."

The decontaminators moved closer. "It's for the safety of the people."

"The safety of the people?" Aska cried. "Does she look dangerous to you?"

"We can't be sure." The decontaminator replied. "We don't know anything about her. Is she an angel or an alien? Did The Sight give her those wings or did she grow them? Is she a mutant, an evolution, a disease? She could be contaminated. We can't be sure of anything. We have to take her."

Aska and Chage looked desperately to the chief again. "Chief."

The chief looked away sadly. "I'm sorry, my hands are tied."

The decontaminators moved in and forcible took Angel out of Aska's arms.

"No, stop!" she cried. "Please, don't let me be taken away again!"

One of the decontaminators injected her with a tranquilizer. Angel's struggles stopped almost instantly. She turned to Aska and Chage with a look of despair on her face. She slowly reached out for them.

"Please…" she whispered.

Her arm went limp and fell to her side. The decontaminators then zipped her up inside a body-bag and put her in the pod before carrying her off onto one of the hover-cars.

Chage and Aska stared at the hover-car as it flew off, taking Angel with it. They stared off in the distance for several long moments, even when the hover-car was out of sight.

"Aska, Chage, go help the others." The chief ordered.

Chage sighed and hung his head. "Yes, chief." He said grimly, before turning and walking away.

Aska stayed behind a few seconds longer. "It's not right." He muttered, before following his friend.

(A/N: Angel's been taken; lousy decontaminators. I think the ending of this chapter is so sad the way Angel begs not to be taken away. There's still a lot more to come, so stay tuned.)