It was close to sunrise the next morning when the Bluesmobile started slowly descending to the ground. It touched down with a jolt in the middle of a forest clearing, jostling its passengers. Elwood braked it to a stop near the edge of the clearing. "What time is it?" Mack sleepily woke up, "And where are we?"

"Central Virginia," Jake hopped out of the old police car, "By the time the authorities catch up to us, we should have succeeded in reeling in the final piece of the relic. Anyway, I sensed a church about two miles to the north of here, so I'll go recharge and be back in about ten minutes or so, then we'll be on the road again."

"I'll go walk Armstrong while you're gone," Keith snapped the leash they'd gotten off Betz around the dog's collar, "It's been a while since he's had proper exercise, I can tell."

"Just don't go too far," Elwood told him as he led Armstrong across the clearing. He leaned against the Bluesmobile's hood. "Can't believe this whole thing's almost over already," he confided in Zee, who'd climbed out to stretch his limbs, "Just one more gig and we've saved the world."

"Now that I look back, it has been an interesting ride," Zee agreed, "Apart from the chasing and everyone shooting at us and all that. I'll just be glad to get back a sense of normalcy."

"Who says it has to end?" Elwood asked, "I hope to keep the band goin' this time. And I was hopin' you'd still stay with us, Zee. After all, you are Jake's real brother and all that."

"Well, maybe," Zee looked like he was seriously on the fence with joining the Blues Brothers full time, "It's just that trouble seems to follow you guys everywhere, and I'm not really a trouble person."

"Nobody's perfect," Elwood shrugged. He stared across the clearing, tapping his fingers on the hood as he waited for Jake to return.

Jake whistled loudly as he approached the church he'd sensed. He shared Elwood's optimistic feeling about their quest. And it appeared they were going to walk home with the rest of the Relic before Satan's slugs could do anything else. He pushed the church's door open and walked inside…

And immediately felt reality abruptly constrict around him like a net. Excruciating pain ran through him. What was going on? All his senses had told him this was just an ordinary church. Unless….

It was then that the church disappeared into a net that entangled Jake. Somehow Hell had just tricked him. Footsteps approached from all directions, both human and non-human. "Well, well, if it isn't my least favorite Catholic darkie lover," came the arrogant voice of the Head Nazi.

"Don't you talk about black people like that you ape!" Jake snarled at him, "I'll let you know that black people gave America much of what…!"

His remaining retort was lost in a hideous shriek of pain as the Nazis zapped him with all kinds of Hellish weapons. Unable to go anywhere, Jake gritted his teeth and tried his best to ignore the cruel torture. But his wasn't the only one shrieking. Looking around he saw demons roosting in the trees around them, cheering on the torture. As well as numerous Caucasian Provinces members, somehow now teleported here to Virginia. The crowds parted as Camille walked forward towards him, her pet hellhounds growling at her feet. "So, we meet against Jake," she greeted him coolly, "You should have know that we would have caught up with you in the end."

She kicked him in disgust. Jake sucked in a deep breath against the pain. He felt remarkably like Aslan sacrificing himself to the White Witch at the moment. "You can kill me if you want, honey cakes," he told her more defiantly than he actually felt, "But you will not stop us from stopping you. Elwood will…"

"Oh yes, your dear brother," the Head Nazi yawned in boredom, "Well, we've taken the liberty of making sure he is dealt with by those in this world looking for him. Then once they get the thrill of capturing him, we'll destroy him once and for all."

A loud cheer rose up from the Caucasian Provinces legions. "They're not holy ambassadors!" Jake cried out to them, "They're for the other side, you idiots!"

The three hellhounds advanced toward him, their growls increasing. "This will be slow and painful, Jake," Camille told him darkly, "It's time you suffer the way I suffered when you walked out on me. Boys, you get the first shot at him."

She snapped her fingers, and the hellhounds leapt toward Jake.

"What's takin' him so long?" Elwood asked out loud, staring at his watch, "The way Jake can move now that he's an angel, he shoulda been back by now."

"Maybe he just got lost?" Cabel suggested helpfully.

"When he says he's hardwired to every church in the country?" Mack shrugged, unsure.

"It's probably nothin'," Elwood tried to rationalize, "He's probably takin' his time on this one."

"I don't know about that," Zee was now pacing nervously in circles, "I'd have to agree that something's happened."

"Not to Jake," Elwood shook his head, "He's too smart for that."

But it was at this moment that he suddenly felt a panic rush inside, as if Jake was telling him that he was in some kind of trouble. Before he could say anything about this, though, there was the sound of thousands of guns being cocked. Elwood looked up in shock to see they were surrounded by what seemed like thousands of police, FBI, and army personnel. The same ones they'd seemed to have left behind in California the previous night. "All right, Elwood," came Agent Orange's voice over a loudspeaker, "Hands in the air where we can see them. There's no way out of this one."

Elwood reluctantly put his arms up and gestured for his band mates to do the same. Orange was right this time. Without Jake, they were out of luck.