Chapter 4: Vigilant

"Cap. Come forth."

"What's the issue, Mum?"

"Do you remember Pierce?"

"Ah, bloody... Yeh. That rotten, no good..."

"Please. Control yourself, Caps."

Sigh... "Sorry Mum."

"He has entered Daten City and seems to have gotten aquainted with the Anarchy Sisters. I would like you to accompany them to see what he's up to. Keep Father Garderbelt informed on the true nature of your arrival, but tell the sisters that you're just checking up on them for me."

"And if the bugger gets out of hand?"

"Ward him out of the city. Do whatever you must."

"Righty then. I'll be on my way."

The group had made their way over to the park to try and figure out their plan of action. Pierce sat on a bench and huddled his knees to his chest and looked to the ground, keeping quiet. Everyone else stood next to the bench and talked amongst themselves.

"So... How're we gonna do this?" Panty asked. "Garder had a point. I can't believe I'm the one admitting it, but we couldn't not do anything, right?"

"Yeah, the setup of these Sins are pretty fucking stupid, aren't they?" Stocking added.

"Why don't we just run through the list," Brief said. "Alright. So, there's Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Wrath or Anger, and Pride. So..."

Everyone looked at Pierce. "No fuckin'," Panty said.

"No over-eating," Stocking said.

"Don't worry about other people's stuff," added Brief. "And don't hoard whatever things you do have. Get out and do stuff..."

"Don't be a dickbag to people, and don't think you're the center of everyone's attention," concluded Panty.

Stocking rolled her eyes and smirked. "In short, don't follow Panty's example."

"Shut up, lardass! You're the one who made the bakery a billion dollar business!"

"G-guys!" Brief interrupted. "This isn't helping anyone."

"Actually..." Pierce finally spoke. Everyone went silent and looked over at him. "Seeing them like this shows how I shouldn't act. I do the opposite of what they're doing."

"That... m-makes sense, actually."

""Yeah, but that doesn't mean if we're killing ghosts you get to sit around," Panty said.

"Oh, I know. I didn't mean the opposite of every action, just overall behavior."

"Are you implying that we are by no means good?" Stocking questioned.

Pierce raised an eyebrow. "Does asking a question like that means that at some level you believe that to be true?" Stocking looked at him funny. It was weird having been asked a question like that. Pierce shrugged. "I wasn't implying that. Just curious." He stood up and threw his arms in the air. "So, what are we gonna do? We're not killing ghosts at the moment. How should we spend the day?"

Everyone looked over as a tower of lightning struck the church. Stocking sighed. "Probably by killing ghosts. Let's just call him to get the clue and go from here."

"Yeah, I don't feel like trekking all the way back just for that," her sister agreed. She pulled out the phone and called Garderbelt. "Hey, Afro. What's the clue fo-"

"It's not a ghost, Panty. I need all of you back here whenever you can to meet your new accomplice."

"O-okay then." She hung up and stuffed the phone in her shorts' back pocket. "Somebody else got kicked out. He's wanting us to meet him."

Everyone looked at her awestruck. Another angel got booted from Heaven?

Pierce pushed open the church door and held it open for everyone, to work on being a lot more selfless.

Panty was ready to invade some privacy, and maybe some other things, as soon as she got there. "Who's the poor sap that got the boot like u-" she froze.

"Oy, Panty." A lean, young Irish man stood up from one of the seats and grinned at her. "Been quite some time, hasn't it? Yer marksmanship improved? Or ya still too focused on getting' yer snatch drilled every few hours?"

"Goddammit, Caps! Of all the jerkoffs in Heaven that would've been kicked out, it just had to be you!" she yelled.

"I haven't been kicked out. I'm still 'well-behaved'."

"I call bullshit on that," Panty sneered.

"Mum just wanted me to see what's been goin' on in good ol' Daten. That, and give you lasses a hand in getting your fees paid."

Panty glared at him, wishing she wasn't wearing shorts at the moment. Otherwise, she'd have Backlace out and blasting bullets in his skull at the moment.

"Why don't you all make your way to your rooms and get some shuteye," Garder said. "One of you's gonna need to go with Cap around the city tomorrow. You can decide amongst yourselves."

"I sure as hell ain't going with the fucking Leprechaun. Maybe Stocking shou-" Panty froze in her tracks. A bullet had clipped a bit of her bangs and plunged itself into the pillar next to her as she was walking.

"The fuckin' nicknames..." Caps had whipped his hat off and transformed it into a gun while she was talking, and had shot close enough to terrify her, as was his intention. "Yeh better keep 'em to yerself, ya bloody bigot," he hissed.

Panty tensed up as she ran off to her room. Caps lowered the gun to his side and walked into the hallway leading to his bedroom for the time being.

Stocking, Pierce, and Brief all looked shocked about the situation. But Pierce was far less worried about Panty. He knew what Caps was checking up on. And Mother couldn't have picked a better set of eyes to make sure his life would remain an eternal nightmare.

Profile:

Name: Caps Reckoni

Age: 6,500 years of age (Physically appears 18)

Race: Angel

Rank: Archangel (Scout and delivers God's Wrath)

Weapon: Guns

Garment: Hats

Sin: None (Perhaps on the verge of Wrath, depending on who you're asking.)

A/N: Another OC jumps in and the plot gets even bigger.

I just want to thank everyone reading this. Any feedback, supportive or negative, is much appreciated. I'm kinda curious if I'm doing anything wrong, this being my first FanFic and whatnot :/