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

Vexin heard the door swing open and he almost yelped as he was startled,He only had one contact in and he slipped,surprising for his size,and fell on his rump.Scared for a moment,he scrambled to a stand and quickly placed his other contact in,but he stayed in the bathroom.He honestly was a bit scared despite he could probably do just fine in a fight. 'Who the heck is in here?!That door was lock.' He thought.

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

Vexin first was shocked,scared,but then angry and glared at her with stern teal eyes. He shoved a hand through his blond hair to get it out of the way. "Why the heck are you in here?! Called privacy,out!" He said,but as he pointed for her to get out his hand quivered faintly due to the gun.

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.

He backed up as she stalked closer. "Uh...H-Hey,I said out!" He said,clearly trying to both get her to leave him alone but also not wanting to get shot. "I can't stay long,p-please.I have to go get milk before they get home." He wasn't begging,but he wasn't growling anymore either.

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 another 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 preamble, 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. Briefly, 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."

Vexin was confused as heck,he had sat on the edge of the tub for a good 7 minutes. He had finally shaken his head and quickly gone off to get some milk for the week,grabbing his wallet before jogging off.He honestly was a bit scared and upset as he went along through the town to get the milk,feeling a familiar tingle on his back from just thinking of that gun and that girl. 'That's weird...two things,being honest.One,she helps a drunk man but all of a sudden tries to shoot me in my bathroom,let alone she just barged,no,broke in. Two,she just goes off?! You point a gun at someone then are gone,who does that?! Does this have something to do...' he rubbed his back a little,as if he had an ich,as he thought this. He was worried as heck.But he sorta got distracted as he finally,after a good long walk,got to the store and made his way to the back and the milk.

Electa felt herself bristle. The CIA had come onto the scene about ten years too late as far as she was concerned. Where exactly had they been while the rest of them were living out in the desert like refugees, shooting ancient guns and using creaky holographs for training?
"Look," she said, trying to keep her tone level. "He's not an angel. I know an angel when I see one, and that boy is something else. It's almost like he's...part angel, part human." Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were insane. Angels couldn't breed.
"The anomalies are not your concern," said the voice. "Just do your job. He's an angel; he has to be exterminated."
"Did you just hear a word I said?" demanded Electa. She started pacing again. "Listen to me: he's not an angel. He doesn't feed. There's no halo! If he's an angel, then where's he getting his energy from? How does he exist?"
"Again, these aren't your concerns."
Electa heard her voice rise. "You're kidding, right? I'm out there on the front line every day; if there's something I don't understand, I'm toast! If this boy's a danger, I need to know how. He's--"
"Trust us," said the voice.
Electa fell silent in disbelief. It was like talking to a robot.
"We have no reason to believe there are more like him. But he must be taken care of. And quickly. He's already caused great harm."
Listening intently, Electa caught a faint English accent. She stiffened as memory traced a finger up her spine. Just like humans, angels had their individual quirks...and one of the few to ever get away from her father had spoken with a British accent.

Vexin got the milk and took his time to go to the check out,thinking over the girl with the gun. 'What had I done? I...don't see why she'd want me dead...oh,did I hurt someone she knew?' He was trying to find a reason someone wanted him dead.But he didn't start fights or push people around,he mostly read and worked out but he was also on the soccer team. 'Maybe...no we don't go against girl teams.'