A couple of weeks had passed since David was introduced to Mavis Jones. Along with the shopping for the prom had also passed, meaning it was the night of the prom. Which the two men had agreed to treat the two young women like the princesses that they deserve to be. They took them to a well know Italian restaurant in Spokane, Olive Garden. A place that they had heard Mavis talked about a few times. At the dance. The two men glanced at each of the dancing couples, it was something that they had not seen in an age. At least not since the days of balls and formalities. Every man: including themselves, were in three-piece suits. While the women were in layers of dresses, some even thinner than most. Including a variety of colors that they have not seen before. David leaned into Azrael and whispered, “And here I thought that the things I’ve learned from Mavis were a glorious torture. Seeing these mortals dance, you must wonder if new life would be making an appearance in a

Azreal walked out of the Federal Building in a controlled anger. Ever since he heard Ava was being pulled from his side, he wanted to hit something or even someone. Mainly, he wanted to knock Michael's good looking face off. He was only too happy to know that Ava has not fallen for his looks. He would have been sad if she had, but not angry. He would never be angry with her. Azreal could never find it in himself to be angry with her. She was full of life. While he was he was full of nothing but death. It was all he ever knew. "I was half expecting that you would knock that guy down," stated Hank with a bit of a bark. “Believe me Hank, I am still thinking about it…” His tone was dark. “Good,” stated the thin assistant. I almost want to do it myself. “I don’t always go for the people alone. Someone was the supplier. Someone with leads, someone to take these drugs off of the Birt.” “There is a lot of technology, along,” I supplied. Things needed to be moved regardl