Alister was calmly petting his big fluffy Pomeranian, he was still unable to get up but he sensed someone nearby.. Probably another friend of Lues he thought with a sigh.

Making up her mind, Electa mentally scanned re builings on either side for dogs and then got out of the car, closing the door behind her. She didn't bother trying to do it softly; if anyone was watching, trying to keep quiet would be a heck of a lot more suspicious than just acting normally. She strolled down the sidewalk with her hands in her pockets. The rifle was back in the car, but she could feel the pistol still tucked in he jeans under her T-shirt, there and ready if she needed it. She turned onto the apartment's parking lot. She edged past some cars then continued into the building.

Alister was slowly starting to nod off, holding his pup close. He was honestly still tired from the earlier attack and felt as thought he could sleep for a month strait if he wanted to.

She casually made get way in and up to where this...creature was. She found the room and examined the lock, then chose the right lock pik for it. A few seconds later, the door swung open and Electa had her pistol in her hands.

Alister heard the noises and couldn't help but to become awake again. He sighed deeply and said in an annoyed tone. " Look, I get it is your house but try not to slam doors.. "

(Ack! I just realized that my spelling on this is horrible)

Electa rounded the corner, her gun now pointed at Alister. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying for the life of her to figure out what on earth this thing was

" Look- If you are going to shoot anyway stop stalling. It's a bad trait. " Alister didn't react much. He just didn't care. " And if you make me get up I am going to punch you in the nose. "

She ignored everything he had just said and stalked closer. This angel didn't have a halo. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself. The halo was the heart of an angel, the way you killed it. This angel...he didn't have a halo.

" Where is what? " He asked, looking her in the eye with a brow raised. His little dog started to yap and he said, " Princess behave.. " The pup whined but curled back up beside him.

And then she's gone. She returns to her motel room, dialing the emergency number that she'd been given when the CIA took over. She'd been told--on the phone by an unknown voice-- to memorize and destroy it. She continued to try the number for five hours. For quite a while, no one answered. She hit redial over and over. "Come on, pick up the phone!"

Finally, just before noon, there was a click and a woman's voice came on the line. "Hello?"
"This is Electa." She had been channel surfing. When the lady answered, she sat up straight.
There was a long pause. "Yes?"
"I need to talk with someone."
"This number is only to be used--"
"This is an emergency," she said, her voice tight. "Trust me."
Another pause, this one lasting for almost a minute. "Someone will call you back." And anotwr click, and the line went dead. Electa swore, sorely tempted to throw the phone against the wall.

It was almost an hour before her cell phone went off. She grabbed it on the first ring. Without preable, a male voice said, "Are you alone?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Good. What's going on?" The voice was bland; Electa couldn't tell whether it was the same one she'd heard almost two years ago. Breifly, pacing around the motel room, she explained what had happened and what she had seen.
"Yes?" said the voice when she had finished. There was too much politeness in the short syllable, implying, 'what's the problem?'
Electa frowned. "So, I don't know what this boy is," she said. "If there's no halo, then--"
"He's an angel," interrupted the voice. "You're to follow your orders."