To Assassinate an Angel

Chapter Sixteen - The Almighty's decree

       

The EiffelTower

Same Day

11 Am

Agent 78 stood at the highest point on the EiffelTower where the public could get to and gazed out over the city.  He braced his palms on the railing watching the people down below.  They were totally oblivious to the tension that the mortal incarnation of the Devil felt in the air.  Even the redness in the sky no longer commanded the attention of the general populace.  Nevertheless, it had the agent's full attention.  He was aware of every breath of air, every sound, his senses heightened to the minutiae of the world around him.  A step there, a step down on the ground miles below him. 

A shiver ran along his spine as the seconds ticked past.  Then, the sky seemed to darken in his direct line of vision.  He stiffened and then he heard a moan and the 'shush' of someone collapsing behind him.

Agent 78 swung around, and scowled deeply.  There on the platform cowering, shivering was the young agent he'd left in the warehouse. 

"You." He snarled.  "How did you get here?  You should-" He was cut off as light flared behind the terrified agent.  As it softened, Pierre came into view, his dark eyes blazing with righteous fury. 

"Pierre Bouvier..."

Pierre smirked coldly.  "Indeed." He glanced down at Agent 66 who was trying to shrink into the floor.  "Tell me, Lucifer, did you seriously think that leaving this one behind was the wisest move you'd ever made?"

Agent 78 growled low backing up against the railing glaring at the dark-haired man. 

"I did not think that you'd find me."  He shivered then snapped furiously glowering at his subordinate.  "I told you to distract him...he was not supposed to find me!"

The agent just shuddered on the floor, not daring to meet his commander's eyes, not daring to move for fear that, his captor would make good his threat to kill him.  Agent 78 looked at the figure standing before him.

"I did not think that you'd find me..." He repeated savagely.  Pierre snarled.

"Then you're a God damned fool.  You have been marked.  I'd find you even if you'd gone to the ends of the earth."

The agent trembled as Pierre's aura began to glow visibly, gold, black and red sparks darting over his body.  He breathed hard his heart rate increasing, heart pounding in his chest.  Composing himself, he drew his body to its full height.

"Well, I guess, I should take advantage of this situation then."

Pierre lifted an eyebrow.  "Oh?  And what exactly do you mean by that?"

The agent sneered, his hand going to the gun attached to his belt. 

"I've been given my orders."

Pierre watched him then shrugged, bringing his palms together in front of him, pressing them firmly, eyes narrowed.

"Go ahead...if you think a bullet will do me harm...then you're more foolish than I thought."

Agent 78 snarled, unbuckling the holster and drawing the firearm, lifting it to aim at the singer.  Pierre slowly drew his hands apart, a silvery bolt of lightning forming between his palms.  The agent laughed coldly.

"You think you can hit me this time?  Let me tell you something, this is no ordinary weapon.  It doesn't shoot regular bullets.  The pellets in this gun will shatter your soul and send you to Hell."