Caldwell, New York Jim
While Heron was on the lawn against McCready Funeral Home in Caldwell, one could imagine the interior as if he had already been on the block of two floors: Details on the eastern land, fuzzy floral paintings on the walls, lots of rooms with double doors and a plenty of space.
From his limited experience with them, funeral homes were like fast food restaurants, they all looked alike. On the other hand, supposed that made sense. As there are only a few ways to make a hamburger, he imagined that the bodies were the same.
Shit ... I could not believe he would see his own corpse.
Was dead for two days? Are was now his life?
As things stood, he felt like a fraternity boy forgotten by God that he had awakened in a strange bed. Are those my clothes? Did I spend a good time last night?
At least he could answer that: The leather jacket and combat boots he had were his, and had not had a good time last night. He was responsible for fighting for the souls of seven people from a demon and though he had won the first fight, prepared to the next without knowing what was the target. And he was still learning the ropes of angel. And, well, now I had wings.
Alas.
But maybe complain about it was a lie when his pair of magic had brought his feathered fly-ass here from Boston, Massachusetts, in a heartbeat.
Bottom line?, As he was concerned, the world had known was gone and it was apparently replaced his years as a murderer in the Special Forces a desk job.
Man, this is great. I love scary shit.
Jim looked over his shoulder. Adrian, named Vogel, was precisely the kind of crazy that would be among the pile of cold cuts lying on the cold storage, pierced, leather clad, tattooed, Ad was on the dark side and taking into account his nemesis the angel had given him last night, was on a two-way street: The dark side was also in it.
Poor guy.
Jim rubbed his eyes and looked healthier of the two reinforcements.
"Thanks for the help. This does not take long. Blackhawk
Eddie nodded.
"No problem.
Standing in the harsh winds of April, Eddie was always the rider, with that thick braid of hair falling down the back of his leather jacket. With the square jaw, and tanned skin and red eyes, Jim reminded the Inca god of war ... the bastard had fists the size of the heads of most men and shoulders above which could easily land a plane.
You know what? was not exactly a boy scout, though he had a heart of gold.
-Ok, let's do it, "muttered Jim, knowing that infiltration was outside the scope of his" work "so you better be hurrying. But at least his new commanding officer had no problems with this: Nigel, drawing archangel English, had given permission for this morbid distraction, but there was no reason to take advantage of the freedom of action.
As Jim and his boys are dematerialized through brick walls and took shape in ... sip, sip, large open foyer with a chandelier and lots of carpets and austere enough space for a cocktail ... looked around, wondering where the hell kept the bodies.
And standing in the place reaffirmed the fact that it was a distraction that just had to do. Could be in the business of saving souls, but at this point a man's life was on the line: Isaac Rothe had escaped XOps command, and Jim was supposed to kill him for that. File this under Fucking
No. Except that here was the problem: The way the bastard Matthias worked, if Jim did not end with ASP soldier, someone else would do ... and then an operation would come to Jim.
A little late for one, boys ... he was already dead.
Does your immediate goal? Deceive his old boss and find Isaac. Then I would get out to the soldier outside the country and safe ... before returning to their daily work to get face to face with Devin.
hated the delay because without doubt the devil was already preparing his next battle. But out of a life and into another has never been easier and never been cut-and-dry. Inevitably, there were tangles of what you've been before you had to cut and discarded, and this takes time.
The truth was, he owed it to Rothe. Back in the desert two years ago when Jim was needed help, the man had been there for him, and this was a debt that was not going away.
was also probably the reason why Jim Matthias had given the order. The goat was very aware of your connection and what had happened that night on the other side of the globe: At that time, his boss could have been in and out of consciousness, but had been careful enough during those dark hours transport and flight, and medical intervention to see who was around and what they were doing. According
. Concentrate. Where were the lunch meat?
"Down," told his boys when he approached a signal output.
On the way to the stairs, the three walked past all kinds of motion detectors without removing things, and then passed through the closed door one by one.
Adrian and Eddie Bring this little excursion was safer, because God knew that Devin could be anywhere at any time ... well Jim was still learning all the tricks that come from being a fallen angel, and Eddie was the master of them. Spells, potions, magic ... that shit wizard and wand were the forte of Blackhawk.
He clearly had obtained his doctorate in Abracadabra and that the HDP was not manageable.
Down in the basement level, all He was stern and clean the concrete floor and walls painted gray. The sweet smell of embalming fluid Jim was right, and as he walked along, he felt like going back in time. Fucking weird. This hide-this routine to meander around was exactly what had excelled in all those years with Matthias, and precisely what he had determined to leave.
Yes, well, well you plan, there are no perfect plans, blah, blah, blah. . .
In his first battle with Devina, had requested some information ... and the bastard Matthias was the only place to get it. Naturally, when it was that bastard, things were strictly quid-pro-quo, so if you wanted something, you had to give something and the "quo" had been to kill Isaac. After all, there was no warning to dismissal or gold Rolex for retirees in the XOps ... had a bullet in the head and if you were lucky, maybe a coffin for the corpse.
And yet it was strangely grateful: Be assigned to kill the boy was the only way to help, otherwise it would have no way of knowing that Isaac had deserted and was now a hunted man, Jim was the only one who had been left free of any charge.
But then, their situation had the "just barely" on "extenuating circumstances" of Matthias.
He stopped in front of a pair of stainless steel door marked STAFF ONLY and looked over his shoulder.
"Keep your hands, Adrian.
God knew that the angel appeared ready to fuck anything that moved ... which made him wonder if immovable would be a limiting step for him.
With a curse, Adrian was all most-holy-than-anyone.
"I only play if they ask.
- What a relief!
"But you know, it is possible resuscitation.
"Not tonight. And certainly not in this place.
-Man, you could suck all the fun at a strip club.
-Step. Tracing the broad
cold room was damn obvious why horror films used morgues for their scenarios. Among the green light from security, gurney and floor drains, the place was the perfect setting for a case of psychosis.
Although he had died and gone to heaven and all that shit, your adrenal glands still waving the flag pretty well. Then the contractions were probably less so for other people and by the fact that he was going to look at your own corpse in the face.
When he turned to the cold stores to rows of frozen cells, knew exactly what he was doing. When not to kill Isaac in time, two things would happen: Someone and someone else would be sent in search of Jim.
And that was why they were here. His former boss would want to make sure that Jim had bought the farm, so to speak: Matthias did not believe in the death certificates, autopsy reports or photographs, for he knew very well how easy it was to falsify the documentation. Besides, he did not trust the funeral, burial sites, or weeping widows and mothers, because too many bodies had been substituted for one another through the years. Verification face to face was the only way to be secure in his ledger.
usually Matthias sent his second in command to double check, but Jim was sure that was the great man himself to do so in this case. It was difficult to leave the bastard out of hiding, and Jim needed face time with the guy.
The only way forward was to use his own ass frozen as a decoy.
And a bit of the magic of Eddie. Checking
plaque with the names placed on the labels in front of the doors, he found himself between D'Arterio, Agnes, and Rutherford, James.
turning the latch, opened the door 90x60cm ... and took his body from the refrigerator. There was a blanket covering her from head to foot, his arms had been carefully collected on the sides. The air that floated out of his hole was cold and dry, and it smelled like antifreeze.
Man, with so many meats as she had seen in their violent and bloody life, this made him the creeps.
"Give me my orders," he told Eddie to gravity.
- Got the purpose of convening? Asked the angel, going to be standing on the other side.
Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of wood that had been carved many, many years ago in the tropics, across the planet. He and Matthias had not always been in disagreement and Matthias had not always been the boss.
And back when they were both conscripts in the lowest level of XOps, Jim had taught man how to carve.
The miniature horse was done with remarkable skill, considering that it was the first and only thing that Matthias had carved. If memory failed him, had taken about two hours ... which was why he was using it: Apparently, inanimate objects were merely collecting dust. Sponges were the essence of who you want that possessed or did or will use and what remained in the space between molecules very useful if you knew what to do with it.
Jim said the horse.
"Now what. Eddie
moved quickly from the face sheet and stained with Jim Gray. For a moment, it was difficult to concentrate on something other than it seemed to have died forty-eight hours earlier. Holy Hell, the Grim Reaper was not a makeup artist, that was certain. Even goths looked better.
"Hey, do not be hard on my people, cut off Adrian. It would take one of us much sooner than some Barbie Southern California plastic melons and artificial tanning.
"Stop reading my mind, the son of a bitch. And you'd do it all the Barbie forms. Adrian
heavy grunted and flexed his arms.
"Yes. I would. And his sister.
Yep, that angel appeared to be about everything that the devil had done Devina night the official death of Jim. That or any medication with the living and breathing Barbies had exhausted any insight to come out of it.
Eddie took a metal file from his pocket and handed it by the handle.
-Grate a little of that size in the body. Anywhere is fine. Jim chose
nipples of his chest, and treble sounds were soft in the antrum of the cold tiled room again.
- Where's your knife?
Jim took the hunting knife he had been given long ago when he joined the military. Matthias had a gun identical to yours at the same time and in fact used it to carve the horse.
-Cut off the palm of your hand and hold the object tightly. As you do, imagine clearly in your mind to the person you want to come here. Remember the sound of his voice. Remind them at specific times. Look how it moves, the gestures we make, the clothes you wear, the smell of his cologne if you use it. Forcing
to focus on his head, Jim tried to call something, anything, about Matthias the son of a bitch ...
The image that is plunged into its frontal lobe was clear: it was night, was back in the desert, with the explosive chemical stench in the nose and the buzzing sound of time-of-move beating in his ears. Matthias had no legs, the left eye had almost disappeared from its socket, and the field uniform was covered with earth pale bright red blood.
- ... Dan ... ny ... Danny boy ... my boy ... "he was saying. Jim
put the knife in the center of the palm of your hand and dragged him through the skin, letting out a hiss as the steel bit deep and clean.
Eddie's voice cut through the pain of memory and ice cream. "Now
takes your hand and rub it on the wood chips. Then take out your lighter and light it. Raising your hand, blow through the flame and into the body, holding the image in your mind.
Jim did what he said ... and was surprised to see a blue glow that joined at the end of his Bic, as if the thing would magically become a torch. And hey-check-this does not end there. The flare was placed around the body, covering it with a glow.
"I've done," said Eddie.
Jim shook his Bic and stood looking at himself, Matthias was wondering what to think.
There was a time long ago when he and type had been united. But as the years passed, the bastard had gone on one side and Jim on the other. And that was before all be dead, fallen angel.
But this was not about him and Matthias.
Jim returned the sheet into place to cover his own face, and wondered how long it would take the spell to call Jim and Matthias here to see the man again
slid the stretcher in the cold room and shut the door cutting the blue glow phosphorescent.
"Let's blow this connection.
He was quiet on the way to the exit, lost in bad memories of what he had done and who was killed while in the XOps. And guess what. In addition to his adrenal glands, it seemed that his personal demons had also survived his death. In fact, I had the feeling that his sins were his eternal burden: the not so interesting for immortality was that there was no purpose to be achieved, without the possibility of lowering the trip when things got difficult and overwhelming ... and you despised.
When he and his colleagues re-emerged on the lawn of the funeral home, was back on the hunt for Isaac Rothe.
"I have to find that man," he said gravely. Although it was unlikely that they had forgotten what they were doing.
Closing his eyes, he called what it would take miles between Caldwell and where Isaac was last seen ...
Jim Huge wings deployed on its back, the pile of iridescent feathers stretched and flexed as the limbs that had shrunk. When he raised his eyelids, Eddie and Adrian were exercising their own as well, the two magnificent angels fallen from another world in the light of the streetlights.
When a car drove down the street, this is not to stop or derail squeaked their lane. The wings, as he and Eddie and Adrian, were not there or not there, neither real nor unreal, nor tangible or intangible. They were just
.
- Are You Ready? Eddie asked.
Jim looked back where his earthly form was not only hard, frozen but still a beacon for a man who had come to hate.
Although he saved the life motherfucker.
"Yes, let's do it.
Up, up and away, and all that crap: In a blink of an eye, they were flying through the dark sky and bright stars in the strong and steady winged Angel Airlines, as he called it.
Healthy and safe, resumed their search for a hunted man ... and went to Boston with a whole arsenal of weapons proverbial flash.
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