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the assembled crowd.  Oh and anyone who is here for the militia, please, proceed to the elevator or
stairs and go up to the sixth floor. My fathers are waiting to make assignments. He searched the
crowd as another bunch of people started moving in the direction of the entrance. Dex was the tallest
of the bunch, so he waved. Scepta must ve seen them because the redheaded halfling raised his hand
in greeting before hopping down and disappearing into the crowd.
 So these are our warriors? Madigan asked excitedly.
Dex chuckled.  Yep. My choir and Yuri s choir to be precise. I wouldn t be surprised if the
other archangels troops don t start dropping in soon. Our fair city is about to be overrun. He had no
idea where they were going to do battle, but he imagined it would emanate out from the tower. It was
the most easily defended.
Scepta pushed through the crowd and came to stand in front of their formation.  There is no way
you re getting through all this mess. Raphael s troops were the only ones supposed to be arriving
today. Organizing accommodations is going to be an absolute nightmare. He glanced at his Rolex.
 Crap. You re already late. Just fly Madigan up to the roof. There is an entrance there. The code is
#9763. If you don t use the pound sign, it won t let you in, so don t forget.
Cross nodded.  All right. You going to be okay down here?
Scepta looked peeved by the mere suggestion that this was a situation he couldn t handle.  I ve
got this under control. It will take more than a few hundred angels to fuck my day up. This is actually
the second batch that I ve done this morning. The first ones arrived at four a.m. and got me out of
bed. He sighed.  Oh well. Anyway, good luck today.
Dex wasn t sure why they would need luck, but he appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. He
glanced over at his Madigan. He d been worked really hard yesterday. It worried him that he seemed
so calm. He didn t know if Madigan was just stressed and not saying anything or if he was genuinely
all right with what was going on.
Madigan must ve caught him looking because he offered up a warm smile that was filled with
love to bursting. He was a sweet boy, and Dex loved being a part of his life.
 All right, boys. You heard the man, Cross barked. The man really did turn into a drill sergeant
whenever he was stressed.  Up we go. Keep tight to formation. Dex, carry Madigan. You may be the
biggest target, but you re the sturdiest. Dex certainly didn t mind being the one to hold onto his
Madigan.
He opened his arms, and Madigan immediately jumped into them, no hesitation whatsoever. He
loved that most about Madigan. He trusted them absolutely and never wondered if it was okay to do
something they suggested. Granted, he had his moments of rebellion, but Dex didn t know if he would
fare any better put in the same circumstance. In fact, he thought Madigan handled everything with
relative grace given how many restrictions they d had to levy on him in the last few weeks. Coming to
Urun was supposed to be somewhat of a break, but it was still a gilded cage, one that none of them
trusted wouldn t crumble if the hunters got creative.
 What you thinking about, Dex? Madigan asked as the others stripped off their shirts before
tucking them into their pockets. He let go of Dex s shoulders so he could do the same. The sigils on
his back shimmered before his wings unfurled from their hiding place.
Dex shrugged, wrapping Madigan s legs around his waist.  I don t know. I suppose I m thinking
of the life I want to give you. Real freedom. The works.
 No worries, Madigan said, his optimism practically seeping out of his pores.  When this is
over, we ll have it.
Dex kissed his cheek and started to pump his wings. Getting off the ground without a running
start was hard enough. Carrying a passenger was doubly hard, and it took him a minute to manage it
and stay in line with the others as he rose. He really needed to exercise his wings more often. His
body was chiseled perfection, but all the walking wasn t doing much for his flight.
Bren circled below, keeping an eye on the crowd, as Michel and Yuri circled Dex and Madigan
while Cross was above them by a few feet. It was a pretty standard pattern of protection. As
guardians, they d had to carry special cargo before.
 So what do you think the holdup is with Lucifer and Michael s choirs? Yuri wondered as they
reached the top of the tower and gently sat down on the graveled surface.
Dex shrugged, putting Madigan back on his feet.  Creator only knows.
 It s probably some stupid competition, Bren offered, touching down beside them.  You know
how they are. My lord for one wouldn t dream of letting Michael gather more troops than him.
They re probably waiting to send them on until the last possible second.
 That s fucking stupid, Madigan grumbled.  What if they re late?
Bren grinned.  Knowing Archangel Michael s habits, it s possible. He always just seems to
show up at the most critical point.
Michel huffed.  Not true. Come on, Bren. Quit spreading stupidity about my archangel.
 Touchy, touchy, Bren teased.
Dex laughed at his lover s byplay.  You really are trouble, Bren.
The door to the building opened, and everyone tensed, Dex included. He stepped protectively in
front of Madigan only to relax as Daisis came through the door.
The archseraphim held up his hands.  I m sorry to startle you. I saw you bypassed the mess
downstairs and thought to come out here to greet you.
Dex frowned.  Why?
 Well, to be honest, there has been a minor glitch in our plan.
Cross shifted as Dex s uneasiness grew.  What sort of glitch? he asked.
Daisis stepped aside, and two men he d never seen before stepped onto the roof.  These two
gentlemen are the unofficial leaders of the damned in our fair city.
Dex felt a growl building in the back of his throat.  Demons, he spat.  What do demons want
with us, and why does it concern our plans?
 Rayl is a demon lord actually. So he s quite a bit higher up on the food chain than the run-of-
the-mill demon. He doesn t think our Madigan  He paused clearly searching for a word.  How did
you put it, Rayl?
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