I scowled, reckoning. I had served the early shift today and had to leave tonight to instruct the team's final dance class.
I have two hours before that occurred and had predicted the angel and I would proceed with our recently formed addiction of seeing old movies together.
"What do you have in mind?" I inquired audibly, once we were safely inside my quarters.
He materialized beside me. "I need to assess the waters. We have had no nephilim action in a while. No letters. No invasions. Yet, we know it is still around because I keep receiving those slight flashings. Why? What is its game?"
I snatched a bottle of Mountain Dew out of my refrigerator and sat on a chair.
"And you have not ruled out Erik as a lead."
"No, I have not. Like I explained before, I do not wish for it to be Erik, but he is presumably the greatest mortal source of immortal knowledge around."
