While the winners went about their carefree afterlives, Lute sat at her desk doing the paperwork that ensured their afterlife would be carefree. That was one thing none of them seemed to realize, never mind appreciate, about Heaven—there was always a lot of paperwork to be done. Lute shuffled one pile to the side and slide another one over, nearly missing the knock at the door as she opened yet another report.
"You wanted to see me, Ma'am?" An Exorcist stood in the doorway, hands folded behind her and shoulders squared at attention.
"Leftie," Lute greeted with a small incline of her head, looking back down at the papers before her and crossing out a few lines, "I need you to call back your crew. They're no longer assigned to this mission," she said crisply.
Leftie moved to close the distance to the desk immediately, anger and concern shadowing her pale features, "Already? Lute, give me a little more time and we won't disappoint—"
Lute held up a hand and Leftie fell silent, "I'm recalling them, not you," she corrected, standing up and walking towards the tall, yellow window that overlooked the promenade, "There's something else going on here. He is part of the vanguard in the fight against Evil. They shouldn't be involved in situations like this." She muttered.
"…Ma'am?" Leftie asked, uncertain if she was still being addressed.
"I want you to stay down there and get some answers," Lute turned suddenly causing Leftie to step back in surprise, the yellow light of the window seemed to make Lute's eyes glow, "Find out what's so important about that rogue soul."