"There's a devil in the church. Got a bullet in the chamber. This is gonna hurt." - Sixx: A.M., This Is Gonna Hurt
Mike was disoriented when he awoke. At first, he thought he was dreaming. Colorful lights danced before his eyes.
"Good to see you again, Agent Weston."
Mike's blood ran cold, the voice snapping him back to reality. "Joe," he whispered. He tried to sit up, only to be kicked in the stomach. Joe's form stood over him.
"If you want to get out of this with minimal injuries, I suggest you stay were you are." Joe turned away from Mike. To the congregation, he shouted, "Is this the best your God can do? Send a kid to stop me!"
Mike glanced around the room. The "colorful lights" from before was the sun's dissipating light shining through the stain-glass widows of the church. Taking a look at the people, Mike made out around 20 or so civilians, 10 followers, Joe, and himself.
"So, Mikey," Joe crouched in front of Mike. "What does the Great Ryan Hardy have planned?"
"How should I know?"
Joe's lips quirked up into a smile, before his fist slammed into Mike's face. Apparently, he didn't like that answer. "You're his sidekick, Mikey." Joe spoke, calmly. "You know things about Ryan that his own niece doesn't even know. So... Let's try this again." He grabbed Mike's hair, forcing him to look at Joe. "What is Ryan planning."
"He's planning to kill you." Mike's eyes were icy-blue orbs of hate as he spoke the words.
Joe only chuckled at the words. "Let's see him try." He shoved Mike back to the floor. Standing up, Joe spoke to a camera one the followers was holding. "Come on, Ryan. Come try to kill the Devil."