The three celestials sitting in the back of the van kept shifting their weight nervously, anxiously awaiting the opportunity to move around. Their seats were uncomfortable, the shocks absorbers had long since given out, and the air conditioner blew hot air straight from the engine that smelled of oil and exhaust. They all knew that they were in trouble - they'd been told to not look anywhere but at the back of the seat in front of them and to not say a word until they had stopped. The van shifted suddenly, taking a corner very quickly and throwing the members of the Triad around the inside of the van.
Muriel glared up at the front of the van and started to make a comment, until she remembered that it wasn't an Ofanite in the driver's seat. Looking into the rear-view mirror, she could see the eyes of their driver shimmering with barely supressed anger and swallowed down any thoughts of protesting. The others had already come to the same conclusion, but looked at the Seraph as if to say 'What now?' She shrugged as she picked herself up and moved back to the seat. Shifting her body slightly, she hid the motions of her hands from the driver - HE'S NOT USUALLY THIS BAD A DRIVER.
Jack shook his head as well, and motioned back - THIS WILL NOT BE PLEASANT - before instantly snapping his head back towards the seat. The van was stopping, and that could only mean that they were where they were to be stationed. The three of them snapped to attention as the driver of the van turned around to look at them. He locked eyes with each of them, and then looked at the Cherub. "Jack, you have something to say about your next assignment?" He swallowed quickly. "No, Most... Nothing of consequence, Most Holy."
"Good. Now, look out the window on your left. That is a Capital Tether of Fate. Your assignment is to watch this Tether of Fate until I relieve you of this duty. You are to take pictures of those who enter and leave. You are to take pictures of their vehicles. You are to note any symphonic disturbances that you hear, and what time they occur. You are to stay within sight of this Tether of Fate at all times except for on Thursdays, when agents of The Game run a security sweep, during which time you are free to move about. You are to ignore any other celestial operations unless they intersect this investigation. Do you understand what I've said so far?"
The three answered in unison. "Yes, Most Holy."
"Good. Now, let me just lay a few minor ground rules for you all. All of these relate to this Tether of Fate, and how I expect you to conduct your investigation." Dominic pulled out a notepad and flipped through several pages, rattling things off. "You will not attack the Tether. You will not shoot at the people from the Tether first. You will not goad the people from the Tether into shooting at you. You will not pick fights with the people from the Tether. You will not flirt with the people from the Tether. You will not walk into the Tether with a bomb strapped to your Vessel. You will not convince any other angel to walk into the Tether with a bomb. You will not put the sigil of Judgment on the Tether's wall as graffiti. You will not gamble using Judgment's funds. And under no circumstances are you to tar and feather the local Game representatives."
The three looked down into their laps. "Yes, Most Holy."
Dominic looked at the third member of the Triad. "Laris, I expect you to behave yourself this time. I will not have you bailed out if you get caught by the local authorities taking a stolen vehicle at twice the speed limit or higher. Ofanite or not, I expect you to restrain your impulses."
The wiry teenager looked up at Dominic. "But the Ofanim of Janus..."
"Still get prosecuted by Judgment, and they only manage to get away with it only because their Archangel approves of their actions. Yours does not. Don't push your luck. Now, are their any questions?"
"What if we -"
"Ok, well, what if they -"
"What if they start -"
"Then shoot back."
"Ok, but what about -"
"Asmodeus is not going to come after you."
"Then run away."
"But he -"
"Then drive faster."
"Ok, but what if we -"
"Leave them alone."
"No hassling the Creationers. I mean it."
"Yes, Sir. But what if Armagedd -"
"Then I'll come get you, but until then you stay in sight of that Tether of Fate. Now, get to work."
Dominic translated himself upward towards the Celestial Plane. Reforming inside his office, he poured himself a cup of coffee and allowed himself a few moments of relaxation. The last time he'd had them do something like this, the orgy they'd provoked had been sufficient to destabilize the Tether of The War and turn it towards Lust. Two Knights of The War and a Captain of Lust had gotten picked off in the resulting melee, and the two factions in that city hadn't spoken for months afterwards. If their track record held through, the restrictions he had put on them should make them desperate enough to find some way to destroy or destabilize the Tether so they could go about their merry way. 'Let Michael keep his professionals,' he thought to himself. 'If you want thinking done outside of the box, stuff them in so tightly that they'll do anything to get out of it...'
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