Today, of all days, was not a good day for an FBI agent to be standing on Azrael’s doorstep, judging by the dull thuds and crashes coming from inside the train depot. She had been ‘entertaining’ company for some time already it seemed, which did not bode well for any more visitors.
Immediately following the sound of a desk sliding across the floorboards, an adult man came crashing through the plate-glass window at the left of the front door. Pieces of shattered glass and wooden splinters from the window frame sprayed all over the porch like shrapnel as the man hit the dusty desert ground, sputtering and hissing like an animal. It all happened so fast.
“How many of you do I have to kill before you learn your lesson?” The Archangel barked from inside the house.
She appeared in the window with a furious glare, pointing a pale finger at the man. Not once did Azrael acknowledge the presence of Agent Mulder. Instead, she hopped through the empty window onto the porch and stalked after the man, fully prepared to kill him in front of the FBI agent.
His eyes got wide and he chased after the woman, grabbing her by the arm before she harmed the man before them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, lady? He’s not even armed.” He reaches for his won gun, hand sliding under his suit jacket before lifting it to point at her.
“You’re just going to murder someone in front of the police?” Did he mention he hated Nevada? This was one of the reasons. What the fuck did they put in the water here? Were all the people bat shit crazy? Or just the ones he happened to meet?
His grip on her arm was tight, before he actually looked at the other person. He could tell, just barely, that something was completely off about them and it jarred him enough to loosen his grip on the white haired woman’s arm and falter back in fear. Fear never hit him that hard before.
“What the hell is going on here?”
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