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“What else do you have?”
“The mayor is in charge.”
“Of the bombing?”
“Yep. A few weeks ago some of his colleagues started noticing him acting a bit strangely.” She pulls up another file. “Half of his people disappeared last week. The others are still with him.”
“If I had to put money on it, our the mayor is no other than our friend Israfil.”
“So what’s our next move?” Sara asks.
As much as I want to get back to the convention center and remove the bombs, the place is going to be heavily guarded by now. The way I see it, there is only one simple solution.
“I have to go to the mayor’s office.”
“Seems rather direct.” Az says. “We could kill Israfil before he has a chance to throw the switch.”
“If the mayor is a demon, why would he let you anywhere near the building?” Sara asks.
“Demons are cocky. He probably believes that he can handle anything that comes through that door short of an angel,” I look over at Az, “which we happen to have.” Demons are arrogant by nature. Especially ones that have been around as long as Israfil. He has swatted plenty of lesser beings before me. When I walk through that door he will look at me like I am another cockroach under his boot.
“What if that doesn’t work?” Sara asks. “You don’t have that long to get this figured out.”
“It has to work. If it doesn’t there is no way we can keep the place from blowing.”
The mayor’s office is located about a mile away from the convention center, dead in the middle of downtown. We approach from 64 to the south which gives us a nice clear view of what is left of the Arch. It’s been a while since I came this way in the middle of the day. The south side of the monument is about half intact, which is more than you can say about the north side. After the explosion, I’m surprised there was anything left.
Four years ago this area of town would have been a madhouse in the middle of the day. Double that if the Cardinals were playing. I’m thankful that the streets are fairly quiet today.
I pull up the the front of the building and get out of the car. The first thing that catches my eye are the two armed men near the front door. In the past there would have been a few police officers stationed near the entrances, but something tells me these two guys aren’t cops.
We take our time walking up to the front door. The two guys look at each other and move together to block the doorway.
“What business do you have here?” The bruiser on the left says.
“We want to talk to the mayor about the meeting tomorrow. We have a few ideas on how we can speed up the restoration of power to the south side of town.”
They look at each other for a moment, clearly contemplating what I just said. It was a pure line of bullshit, but these two don’t seem like the type who would get that.
“The boss doesn’t have time to see anyone today.” He reaches in his pocket and hands me a flier. “He says you can ask him questions at the meeting tomorrow.”
“Clearly, you don’t know how this works.” I reach into my jacket and pocket and pull out my demon killing knife. I don’t notice smoke in their eyes, but I need this to be quiet. I slit the throat of the guy on the left while Az manages to impale the one on the right with his sword.
“So much for doing this the easy way.” Az says, entering the building.
“I don’t think those two would have let us past any other way.”
Azrael grunts and rushes down the right hallway. I follow close behind.
If our intel is right, the office is at the end of the hallway and to the left. I hate working with some outdated floor plans, but I’ve never had a reason to be here before. Politics are well beyond my skill set. The only thing I know about politicians is that they will promise you the moon to get elected into office just to give you a picture of a wheel of cheese when they got in. The higher up the ladder they got, the worse
“The mayor is in charge.”
“Of the bombing?”
“Yep. A few weeks ago some of his colleagues started noticing him acting a bit strangely.” She pulls up another file. “Half of his people disappeared last week. The others are still with him.”
“If I had to put money on it, our the mayor is no other than our friend Israfil.”
“So what’s our next move?” Sara asks.
As much as I want to get back to the convention center and remove the bombs, the place is going to be heavily guarded by now. The way I see it, there is only one simple solution.
“I have to go to the mayor’s office.”
“Seems rather direct.” Az says. “We could kill Israfil before he has a chance to throw the switch.”
“If the mayor is a demon, why would he let you anywhere near the building?” Sara asks.
“Demons are cocky. He probably believes that he can handle anything that comes through that door short of an angel,” I look over at Az, “which we happen to have.” Demons are arrogant by nature. Especially ones that have been around as long as Israfil. He has swatted plenty of lesser beings before me. When I walk through that door he will look at me like I am another cockroach under his boot.
“What if that doesn’t work?” Sara asks. “You don’t have that long to get this figured out.”
“It has to work. If it doesn’t there is no way we can keep the place from blowing.”
The mayor’s office is located about a mile away from the convention center, dead in the middle of downtown. We approach from 64 to the south which gives us a nice clear view of what is left of the Arch. It’s been a while since I came this way in the middle of the day. The south side of the monument is about half intact, which is more than you can say about the north side. After the explosion, I’m surprised there was anything left.
Four years ago this area of town would have been a madhouse in the middle of the day. Double that if the Cardinals were playing. I’m thankful that the streets are fairly quiet today.
I pull up the the front of the building and get out of the car. The first thing that catches my eye are the two armed men near the front door. In the past there would have been a few police officers stationed near the entrances, but something tells me these two guys aren’t cops.
We take our time walking up to the front door. The two guys look at each other and move together to block the doorway.
“What business do you have here?” The bruiser on the left says.
“We want to talk to the mayor about the meeting tomorrow. We have a few ideas on how we can speed up the restoration of power to the south side of town.”
They look at each other for a moment, clearly contemplating what I just said. It was a pure line of bullshit, but these two don’t seem like the type who would get that.
“The boss doesn’t have time to see anyone today.” He reaches in his pocket and hands me a flier. “He says you can ask him questions at the meeting tomorrow.”
“Clearly, you don’t know how this works.” I reach into my jacket and pocket and pull out my demon killing knife. I don’t notice smoke in their eyes, but I need this to be quiet. I slit the throat of the guy on the left while Az manages to impale the one on the right with his sword.
“So much for doing this the easy way.” Az says, entering the building.
“I don’t think those two would have let us past any other way.”
Azrael grunts and rushes down the right hallway. I follow close behind.
If our intel is right, the office is at the end of the hallway and to the left. I hate working with some outdated floor plans, but I’ve never had a reason to be here before. Politics are well beyond my skill set. The only thing I know about politicians is that they will promise you the moon to get elected into office just to give you a picture of a wheel of cheese when they got in. The higher up the ladder they got, the worse
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