Tiffany sighed, her blonde bob throbbing as she slumped down into her hands. She sleepily doodled hearts on her copy of the meeting's itinerary as Kyle droned on.

"In short, madam President, we're all extremely relieved to have you with us again," Kyle said, smiling up at the figure at the head of the table. "Personally, I always thought there was something suspicious about the whole affair. Vice President Lecher's regime was highly efficient, and we owe him our gratitude. It's just, we all enjoyed the order you brought to our school.

Frowning, Albert's eyes began to flash red-until Angel stood up. He quickly slumped back.

"Thank you for your words. I-"

"Actually, I disagree. She didn't do anything to stop those nutso thugs when they broke school rules, and instigated that annoying field day," Tiffany whined. "Honestly, I think Emily needs to become more aggressive. Those thugs are obnoxious."

Albert's eyes bugged out. This girl was toast. Any moment now, the Fallen Angel would snap, and Tiffany's pretty head would bounce across the floor.

Emily nodded silently. "I know. I must improve. But do not worry, everyone. I shall bring about order."

Albert gawped at Emily's calm face. What?

"Have you decided which individual we should assist first?"

Mike nodded. "I have, actually. I thought a lot about it. I think first we should try for someone who's pretty close to peace all ready."

The incinerator's coals sparked as he threw on another load. Evidently, Emily had also taken it upon herself to deal with the garbage. Every Saturday morning, she came down to the cafeteria to burn it in the brick-lined incinerators. Mike had at this point learned to accept her habits, and had simply volunteered to help.

"I think we should try Julie."

Emily frowned, turning toward him. "Julie?"

"She's the one who regularly attacks Harry."

"Oh."

"She's hyper to the point of annoying, yes. But she always seems really happy. I think out of all of us, Julie had to the closest to peace. All she needs is a push in the right direction."

Emily wiped her hands off on her apron. "Very well. I trust your judgment, Mr. Carter….would you like to see the new ability I created?"

Mike perked up. "Really? What'd you make? I've always been amazed at how you can do that, you know. I could never understand programming."

"It isn't difficult," Angel remarked. "I simply read the manual. Here, I created this new version of hand sonic after I finished reinstalling all of the other guardskills."

"Guardskill: Hand Sonic, Version five."

1's and 0's became blue squares, flat tiles that spun and molded around her arm, flashing as they formed a shape. As the glow subsided, Angel looked up at him expectantly. "…what do you think?"

Mike gawped. The familiar sword was twisted into a demonic form, red hilt coming before two crablike-pincers, that both came to deadly sharp points. "Umm."

"I tried to make it look serious and threatening, as you said I am now supposed to impersonate the other versions of me." She blinked. "Is it no good? I tried, but, I am not very certain what would look frightening…"

He quickly put his hands up. "Oh, no, no! It's really creepy. It looks really cool."

"It doubles as a slingshot," Angel added hopefully.

He smiled at her. "Aw, come on… Emily, how did you get so good at everything?" I guess it's just part of being an angel, he supposed.

"I have been in this world for a very long time," she replied solemnly. "I have had the time to learn how to fence, to program, to use a slingshot, the various species of plants, as well as various high school curriculums."

"I see… well, let's get going. Here's my plan to start things off with Julie."

"She's at practice right now. We need to create a situation where I can talk to her. Here's the plot.

"You burst into their practice. You tell them the other clubs have been complaining about the noise. Then, you point at Julie, and tell her that her guitar work is particularly terrible, she's killing the band. And as such, you are going to confiscate her guitar.

"You snatch it, and scamper off. Julie loves that guitar; she'll run right after you. You run away from her, to the outside patio. Then, I'll pretend to bump into you! You throw the guitar and spin away. I'll catch it, and hand it back to Julie! That should give me a good opening to start talking to her. Sound good?"

Angel nodded. "Very well. This should indeed serve to isolate the high-pitched one. I shall do as you recommend."

"We can go anywhere once we start running," Julie sang. "We can destroy our ang-"

"All right, hold up, hold up!" Jess interrupted, her guitar coming to a screeching halt. She growled. "Enough at the shoddy attempt at rhythm, Julie. You were forgetting to hit half the notes."

"Whaaat? No, I was sure-"

"Julie…" Irie spoke up gently, not looking up from drums. "Maybe, you should just go with singing for now? I mean, this is a new song, so I can understand if you need to ease into it."

"Not to mention there's no way we could perform with guitar work that bad," Kate snorted. "Honestly, I thought you were playing twinkle twinkle little star."

Julie spun around from friend to friend, her face glowing red with indignation. "But, Hayley played guitar while singing! I want this band to be just as good-"

"That's because Hayley was good at both," Jess snapped. "She had years of experience."

"But, it can't be that bad! Whenever we perform, everyone gets really excited."

Jess sighed, knuckling her forehead. "But this is a new song. Look, we can't risk-"

The door slid open. Light from the hallways streamed in, to illuminate Angel's looming figure.

Girls Dead Monster jumped in shock, moving to defensive positions. They flinched as Angel's pale hand flew up.

Emily pointed at Julie. "Your guitar work is killing this all girl band."

Outside the window, trees swayed gently.

Jess-She instantly identified our bands one true weakness!

Kate-Whoa, she's got skill!

Irie-She's good with music!

Julie-Sniff, and I had thought no one else had noticed…

"As such, I will be confiscating your guitar," Angel continued, gently prying the instrument from Julie's fingers, before striding out.

GirlDeMo watched her go in awe. Moaning, Julie slumped to the floor.

"Here," Angel proffered, her hair whipping in the patio's wind as she offered Mike the guitar.

He glanced around, brow creased. "Um. Why are you alone?"

"Because she didn't follow me."

Shame faced, Mike crept back to the practice room. Music was coming from behind the door.

"Shine days…" Julie finished, eyes red.

The band was silent for a moment. "…Good job, Julie," Jess spoke up. "See, isn't it easier for you to concentrate on singing when you don't have to worry about rhythm?"

Julie wiped her eye. "But… but, I just think our band looks best when everyone's playing an instrument, you know?"

"It's all right," Irie comforted. "We can always just-"

Julie snapped up. "No! No, it's not all right! I'm not going to degrade this band. I'm going to get my guitar back! Now, where'd that little demon go?"

Through the window, Mike's eyes widened. Julie was charging right for the door.

The door flew open. Julie burst forth, and came face to face with Angel, standing steps away.

"I am scary Fallen Angel," Emily began hesitantly. "And there is a perfectly legitimate, evil reason why I am still standing here, five minutes later."

But Julie wasn't listening. "Give me my guitar back, darn it!"

She flew at Emily, who hastened away from her down the hall. Mike ran the other way, flying down the stairs to head them off. Reaching the patio, he hid behind a pillar.

Presently, Emily emerged from the other door, jogging down the path. Stepping from behind the pillar, he gave her a light shove.

"Ahhhhhh," Emily yelled in a monotone, "I am jostled." She threw the guitar into the air.

Mike's eyes bugged out. Seriously, she didn't know her own strength! The guitar whistled into the air, reaching the top of the building before descending. Mike scrambled out into the yard, reaching, reaching-

The instrument smacked into his arms.

'My guitar!" Julie squealed, running up and snatching it from him. "Oh, thank goodness. You rescued it from Angel, didn't you? You're so nice!"

She glanced around, her gaze turning ferocious. "Grr… where is she? Angel or not, I'll tear her limb from limb!"

Mike scratched his neck. "Calm down, calm down. Sheesh, you just do whatever you like, don't you?"

Julie stilled. "No. No, I don't do everything I want to."

"But you're the band's lead vocalist," Mike protested. "Wasn't that your dream?"

"Of course it was," Julie agreed happily. "One of many!"

One of many… Mike groaned internally. "I see… hey, want to go for a walk?"