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New York City.
June 6th 2008.
12:08am

A figure moves between the windows of the New York skyline, fleeting as a bird against the absolute darkness of the sky. As though swinging from the stars themselves, he dives, illuminated only by the silver glance of the moon. His movements are smooth, but his landings are noisome, clumsy. He is graceful, but erratic, scared.

He is being followed.

As he perches upon the edge of roof, he looks over his shoulder, his eyes enlivened with fear. He has almost no recollection of his surroundings, that he is sat within mere inches of a hundred-storey fall, just the focus on his own pounding heart as it begins to replicate more and more of the steady thud of the feet that chase him. He leaps again.

Finding at last an open window, he scrambles inside and slips away into the darkness of the room. He is wrapped in a thick coat, clutching it tightly as though it were a safety blanket. He falls into a corner.

And then he breathes.

He just breathes.

Heavy, thick and stifled, his breath sounds the ticking of a clock within him. No thought is in his mind, save the image that his eyes are fixed upon. The window. The window from which the only light comes from that gently falls upon the floor of this room. The light that he was hiding from. And still all he does is breathe, breathe and stare.

The moon gently touches the pane.

And at once his breath, like the light, stops.

A shadow, eclipsing the window, fills the room. And in the next few minutes, the room is once again empty of life and sound. The man lies dead upon the floor.


New York City.
June 6th 2008.
06:13am

"We got the call about an hour ago, but the owner didn't get home until some time before then. Apparently he'd been out on the streets all night and got home at three am, came in a little drunk and didn't even enter the room until about five."

"And his story checks out?"

"Yes sir, we have already talked to plenty of people who saw him out tonight."

The chief inspector grumbled through his beard. "So, when did this guy die?"

"Forensics will have to conduct a thorough investigation, but most people on the scene judge that it must've been around midnight." the officer answer, glancing through some hastily written documents.

The inspector looked down at the body, still covered in a large coat, it's eyes frozen and as empty as the moon that was now clearly visible through the single window. The rest of the room was abuzz with activity, people taking photos, dusting and questioning the upset occupent.

"So, any idea who he is or what he was doing here?" the inspector grumbled, rubbing his head.

"None whatsoever. The owner says he's never seen him before, but we can assume from the open window that he may perhaps of been a burglar."

The inspector sighed, then fingered a cigar in his pocket "Must be some kind of burglar to climb up twenty storeys into an open windown, without even a drainpipe to help him up."

He paused for a moment, gently looking over the body.

"I think we best call in those damn F.B.S.I guys. I'm too old and too damn stupid for this kinda crap."

"Yessir." the officer responded, reaching into his pocket for his phone before leaving the room.

The inspector stepped toward the window and looked out at the moon, the city and the streets below. Then he slowly looked back at the body, when he saw it.

Stepping over delicately, he observed the unusual indentations in the back of the victim, outlined by the glow of the moon. The victim's coat had not been removed, and thus he carefully pulled it aside. His eyes met their target, and a million thoughts went through his mind. Thoughts that could only be expressed with a very limited use of words.

"Officer." he called into the next room.

The officer peered back in, his hand covering the receiver of his phone. "Yes sir, what is it?"

"Tell those F.B.S.I guys to get a goddamn move on..." his hand dropped the cigar, "this might be a bigger deal than we thought."

In the light of the moon, two wings, their radiance all but gone, hung limply upon either shoulder of the victim. The room once again emptied of noise and breath. Indeed, from this point, all humanity held their breath.


Manchester, England.
June 6th 2008.
11:26pm (around twelve hours later)

"A bottle of Rosé."

"We don't have Rosé." the shopkeeper responded.

"Any red wine."

"We don't have red wine." he responded again.

"Anything red."

"We have Tizer. Tizer is red."

"Give me a bottle of Tizer."

"We don't have bottles. We have cans."

"Give me ten cans of Tizer, then."

It was not the most productive transaction that Sebastian had ever made, but it was successful one nonetheless. He wandered into the darkened streets of Manchester, sipping from his can, his left arm clasping a large, white bag filled with more cans, he noisily trod down the partially deserted city square.

"Here's to today," he said, raising his can of red fizzy brew "and may all days beyond our own be as glorious as this one."

He brought the can down to his mouth as his feet kicked past todays tossed-out newspaper.

The front of it read: "Angel found dead in Manhatten - apocalypse declared in seven days."

The newspaper dedicated ten pages to the story. It also dedicated twelve pages to the new Big Brother contestants.

"Whatever gets people reading the paper..." Sebastian thought.

Shadow was sitting at his desk in his main building in Chicago. He looked out across the skyline as he was reading the police report of the fallen angel, he had quite alot of pull in this world, so this was an easy feet for him. "Well then, things should be getting interseting really soon." He said with a devious smile on his face. "I wonder how my friends at tooth and clow, or maybe perhaps SPAZ, will be working on this." He then placed the report on his desk and stood up and walked to the window. it was tinted so he could enjoy the day with little to no damage. He looked out at the Chicago skyline and smiled once more. "Let the game begin." he laughed as he went over to a table in the middle of the room that had a marble chess set, with pitch black and pearl white peices. He then moved a white piece and a black peice that would take the white pawn. He grabbed himself a glass of red wine and began to sip it. he then held up and un open bottle of red wine. He held up the hand that wasnt holding the bottle and snapped his fingers.

"Yes sir, what is it." A man said, he was dessed as though he was a butler, he also had this red glow around his eyes.

"Do me a favor and send this bottle to my good friend Sebastian, actually send him a hundred bottles. something tells me he is going to need it." He then began to laugh.

"As you wish sir." The guy said as he walked over grabed the bottle and left.

"Drink up my friend" he said as he raised his glass as if someone was there. he then brought the glass down and drank. he rested his head in his left hand as he looked at the chess board.

Mico is sitting in his personal lab working. Surrounded by advanced technology, such as interactive hollogram plans of his suit, android assistants, and weapons upon other things. He is fiddling with a very Unusual looking watch, and power suit is layed out on the table. Then he sees it, a hollo-screen appears infront of him, it says URGENT. He touches the screen and it's a news report. ANGEL FALLEN IN MANHATTAN!!!! APPOCALYPSE SET TO HAPPEN IN SEVEN DAYS. Mico sighs. "I guess it was only a matter of time... But seriously, wouldn't the world be smarter about matters like this? It's been three years that the supernatural has been out in the open, things like this shouldn't be new. What do you think #25?" He says to the android to his left who watches the screen beside him. The android replies."Well sir, I'm sure the majority of the world doesn't have it set in their minds yet. It's either that, or they have chosen to reject that it's real, and they will try living in their stupidity. Ignorance is bliss afterall." "I guess that's one way to look at it 25. Whoa..." Mico presses a button and the suit responds to it by powering up. "Sir, what are you planning with that watch?" "I'm making a storage place for it, observe." Mico pulls up a lifesize hollogram of the suit, and gets another of the watch. He presses a button on the hollo watch and the suit appears to melt and go into the watch. "Now, observe again." He places the watch on his right wrist. He pushes the button, and the suit melts into what seems to be a symbiote, and goes straight into the face of the watch. "Now I don't have to be here, or use a truck to transport the damn thing." He presses the button again, but now a hollogram of the suit pops up, and the face gets elevated, he twists it, and the hollogram changes to just the helmet, then he pushes the face of the watch back in ben ten style and the watch releases a bit of the suit that lands on his face and forms and hardens into the helmet. "Fancy isn't it?" 25, walks away, with a what a dork look on his face. Mico removes the helmet and starts to work with it. "I guess I'm just going to have to wait until something else happens."

After about an hour, the helmet is done, and the hollo-screen reappears with the news. FBSI brought into investigation. "That's something else... I should go there and make sure those jackholes don't get fuct. I guess it'll give me a chance to check out the modifications on the suit, and lets me visit some old friends." Mico puts the helmet on and goes through the whole hollogram watch ben ten deal, and flies out of the lab through a tunnel to the surface. "enable night night vision." with those words, the "onboard computer" in the suit make things in the dark easier to see, no green hue, just actual sight in the dark. after checking calibrations, and doing calculations on the arrival time, he had confirmed a thirty minute flight. with a sonic boom, he is gone... off to america.

On an empty street five blocks from work was duama. Walking home as usual from his fourth triple shift of the week, to any seasoned FBSI agent his activity was boviously superhuman, but to duama's co-workers...he was just a workaholic. his tie hug loosened and evidently pulled, his white collar once again stained with lipstick, a small remainder of his last....conference call. Duama let out a deep sigh of boredom. "Being a resturaunt manager just doesnt seem as fun as it used to be. And being one of jolly old england's night watchman was a hoot." At this point Duama's eyes glance down at the newspaper clipping in his hand. Angel Fallen in Manhattan: World to End in Seven Days "and the article that'll start it all. Mahattan or timbuctuu it doesnt make a lick of difference. It'll all hit the fan here. But these humans wont see that...question is, how many demons will?"
((Ahh, I love forshadowing))

Roy was sitting at home in lovely Manchester, speaking on the phone with an old friend about a particular someone that Roy's friend believe to be a vampire. No matter how hard Roy tried to convince him that his neighbor wasn't a vampire, his friend wouldn't listen. He was flipping through the channels on his t.v when he saw something that caught his eye. He shushed his friend, who didn't take the hint and continued to speak even louder. Roy hung up on his friend and turned the volume up on the t.v.

The news reported said, "A horrible discovery was made this morning in New York City at 6:13 a.m their time, 11:26 a.m local time. A body was found dead, suspected murder, in an apartment building in Manhattan by the tenant. He reported to the authorities shortly after, who have identified the body as," suddenly the very calm, very professional looking reported choked back a sob for a moment before continuing in a heavy breath. What Roy heard next, he couldn't blame her. "The body was an angel. More at-" Roy turned off the t.v and sat back in his chair, shocked.

Roy took a moment to compose himself before bolting out of his chair and running out the door, stopping only to grab his cloak and hat, then lock the door. Shortly after, he was at the airport waiting to board the next flight to Manhattan. "This will certainly cause a stirrup over there, I had best be there when it does," he said calmly to himself before looking out the window of the plane he had just recently boarded. He felt a slight constriction in the center of his chest before the plane had even started to move.

After a few hours a knock on the door of the tooth and claw detective angency can be heard. When the door is opened a truck is seen outside, along with a short man "Are you Sebastian?" The man asked as he looked at some man at the door.

Shianne stood behind the desk at the library, the newspaper on the desk in front of her. Her mind raced as she read on, her eyes scanning the page a few words a second.

Angel found dead in Manhatten - apocalypse declared in seven days.

"Not good..." she said simply, rubbing the scar on her upper arm. Shi usually had is covered, but today she felt a little safer. Tomorrow was the full moon, and she was just itching to get this moon gone. She dreaded the phases of the moon, and hated changing, but it was part of her life, and she had to deal with it.

The cellphone in her pocket vibrated. She looked around for the librarian and pulled it from her pocket and flipped it open to see the message, 'We still on 4 Algebra study thing 2nite'. She sighed, closing her phone and slipping it back in her pocket. Being a werewolf was tough enough, but a highshool werewolf was torture.

Sebastian stared blankly at the man from behind his sunglasses, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. Over his shoulder were several hundred bottles of red wine that had arrived for Sebastian just a few hours ago.

"That's right." he coughed a little as he spoke, "and who are you?"

"Alright then i just need you to sign here." The man said as he pulled out a piece of paper. "And this is also for you." He said handing Sebastian a folded up piece of paper.


It read.
"Dear Sebastian,
I have a feeling you are going to be very busy as of lately. So i have decided to provide you with a gift. Drink up and i look foward to seeing you.
your friend,
Shadow Chaos"

Then other men started unloading crates into the building from the truck. after sebastion had signed he would open the box to see bottles of red wine, expensive stuff as well. In total there were probably over 100 bottles.

Mico lands on top of the building where the crime was commited, there is a hustle and bustle of New York life just resuming as any other normal day. Mico starts flying around the building looking for the window of the scene. When he finds it he flies in through the window. There is only two FBSI agents in the room, collecting the last bits of what could be evidence. "What the hell are you doing here Test?" one of the FBSI agents asks. Mico just responds by saying "Investigating, and making sure you idiots don't mess things up. Who the hell declared an apocalypse?" "You of all people should know about the media. And look, not all of us are idiots. My name is Helena, that is Tak. We're probably the only clean agents in our division." The other agent said. "It might be a good idea for you to work with us." "We'll see what goes down. Where's the body?" "on its way to the US Headquarters for research" "And you let it get there why? Dammit. How long till it gets there?" "It's about a three hour flight, so you have about and hour and a half to get to chicago." "Hehe, that's no problem. You said we needed to work together, is there a number to contact you?" Helena hands Mico a card. "I'll be in touch if I need you for anything. But I'm telling you now, I'm probably never going to. Goodbye." Mico flies out the window, and off to the west.

Sebastian knew that Shadow never normally sent him wine unless he was eventually going to need his help for something - something that usually ended up with Sebastian being stragged straight through the dirt. But at this particular moment, Sebastian felt compelled to respect Shadow's way of doing business. He considered Shadow the only person on the planet who had a wine cellar as respectable as his own. The secret however, as Sebastian saw it, was never to drink your own collection - it was something of a sin to him, like burning your own family tree or throwing your antiques out of a window.

Sebastian threw the paper over his shoulder then stared down at the short man.

"Be right back..."

With that Sebastian walked back into the darkening building behind him. A few minutes later, following the sounds of an elevator shaft raising, lowering and then raising again, he emerged, clutching in his hand a single green bottle, covered in dust. The label read "1787 Lafitte Th. J.", and handed it over to the man.

"When you return to him, give him my gratitude and this bottle of wine. It's one of the rarest wines on the planet, but be sure to tell him to open it up as soon as it arrives."

The small man nodded, took the wine and left down the dark alleys that lead to the office, leaving behind the countless crates of wine. Sebastian knew that soon, he would probably have to head over to Manhatten himself to investigate what had occurred. Spitting the remains of his cigarette into the cold air, he couldn't help the familiar feeling of impending doom that came at the beginning of serious cases. But this was definitely different. He wasn't dealing with cultists, or werewolves, or vampires.

This was the apocalypse. This case had angels, fire and brimstone, the fate of life on Earth all in the balance. As cases went, this was perhaps the most serious of them all. And though Sebastian felt perfectly happy to just sit back and watch the world end, he couldn't shake that feeling that drove him, that had driven him for the last hundred years: sheer curiosity.

And with that feeling bubbling around his brain, he immediately stepped indoors once again to book the first flight to New York.

Inside of the bottle that he had sent to Shadow was no wine - in his desperation, Sebastian had drunk it, and in so lost the crown jewel of his collection. Instead, inside of the bottle was another piece of paper waiting to be read by Shadow.

On it read:
"If you want my help,
I'm going to need more wine."

Niko passed by the crime scene just as Mico flew off, nearly being knocked over by his speed. He regained his footing and watched the man fly away. "Ya better run" Niko muttered, approaching the window that Mico came out of. Niko looks inside at the two investigators in the room. "What happened here?" Niko asked, peeping his head inside the window and searching the room with his eyes.

Shadow was suprised by the jesture. it was not often Sebastian gave up one of his own wines. He then actually go tthe bottle. He could tell it was empty. "He said to open it as soon as you got it." Shadow looked up and that signaled the guy to leave.

Shadow opened the bottle and pulled out the piece of paper. he read it and began to laugh. "Well then that seems more like the sebastian i know." He said to himself. He then placed the bottle down and moved to the window. He looked down at his watch and decided it was time for him to leave. After all the body was about to arrive at ths FBSI headquarters. Shadow grabbed his cape and a special helmet designed by his good friend at SPAZ. and took an elevator to the basement were he got into his car. Once in the car he told his driver to take him to the FBSI headquarters.

"But sir your not exactly allowed in there." the driver responded.

"I dont believe i asked for your oppinion about the matter." Shaodw retorted the guy then shut up and drove him to the headquarters. once there the driver just dropped him off at the gate.

there were guards on duty at the main gate. "Sir you are not allowed past this point with out a valid ID."

Shadow turned to him with the helmet on and eye slits opened up, he gave them a look. "Now you are going to give me your key and allow me into the building." He siad to the gaurd.

The gaurd then took off his key and handed it to shadow. "Yes Sir." he responded to this. he now hada red tint around his eyes just like the butler from before. Shadow then strolled into the building, this was not his first time into this place so he knew exactlly were to go.

As Shadow entered the gate, the sound of huge bullets getting shot could be heard along with the soud of a siren. After a few more shots were fired, a voice was heard yelling. "You really think those outdated SPAZ weapons will work on me? That company hasn't given out anything new to you guys in years. That's not even worth trying." Mico is seen walking across the courtyard of the complex. "Just stop while you're ahead." Mico says. This angers a gaurd, who ends up taking out a rocket launcher and fires. "Oh please" Mico says, while he looks at the rocket on it's way. He catches it and throws it like a football back to the gaurd, it doesn't explode, it just knocks him on his back. "Anyone else? Good, now show me the angel's body."