Finally they reached a small, rocky ledge, with the cabin and the valley below it in clear view, looking almost toylike. And there was the helicopter--sleek and black, swinging in the air as it touched down near the truck.

"Get down," said Electa quickly. She lay flat on the ground and sighted along the rifle, peering through the telescopic lens.

The helicopter snapped into sharp focus. It was unmarked, with tinted windows. As its blades slowed, a man and a woman climbed out. The woman had shoulder-length brown hair and wore gray pants and a fitted jacket; the man was blond, in jeans and a bulky fisherman's sweater. Closing his eyes, Electa moved through her chakras, scanning to check out the pair's energies. They were too far away for her to sense, but when she opened her eyes again, she could see their auras clearly through the lens: the man was an angel; the woman, human. As Electa watched, they started climbing up the deer path toward the cabin. The woman was carrying a briefcase.

Vexin went flat to the ground on his chest right away, no hesitation. He was shaking, hands over his eyes as if that kept him safe. He kept murmuring to himself, as if it was just a bad dream. But it wasn't'. he knew that. And wished he didn't. He just might cry, now.

The man and woman had reached the cabin now; they knocked on the door and then looked inside. Knocked on the door. Electa stared through the lens, frowning. Why were they bothering with being polite? They must know that their helicopter had been heard; she'd expect them to go in with all guns blazing. In fact, if they were Church of Angels, she'd expect a small army, not these two. Who the heck were they?

As she watched, the woman took a small handheld amplifier from her jacket. Looking up at the mountains around her, she spoke into it; her voice echoed around them. "Electa Kylar and Vexin Grace. Special Agents Kinney and Anderson here, CIA."

Electa's shoulders tightened with surprise. "They must be from Project Angel," she muttered to Vexin. Did the woman have angel burn, or was she unaware that her colleague was one of the enemy?

Down below, the female agent was still staring upward, turning slightly as she spoke. Her next words rocked Electa: "We're aware that you can read auras. Special Agent Anderson is an angel; hes on our side. Its imperative that we speak to you."

Vexin shakingly peaked through his fingers, feeling scared still. He looked to Electa, wanting to know if they could really trust the fact of an angel being on the right side.

An angel, on their side? Electa took her eye away from the lens and shook her head. "I doubt it. It's exactly what I'd expect them to say, to lure us down there."

He covered his eyes fully with his hands again. "wh-wh-why do they h-have to know ou-our names? That m-makes it s-s-scarier!" He whimpered quietly.

She had an idea but wasn't about to ask Vexin to do it for her.

He was still shaking, not daring to peek out at the world again. He gripped his bracelet a bit, calming himself a bit. 'It's okay...we're up here. They are down there. We. Are. Fine. This moment, and this next. We are fine.'

Electa looked down at the people down below

He peeked over at her. "Wh-what do we d-do?" He stuttered nervously.