To Assassinate an Angel

Epilogue - Angels brought me here

       

Six Months Later

June 2008

Quebec City

CSS HQ

Andre Caleau stood staring at the door in front of him.  There was no signage on the solid wooden barrier as there had been months earlier.  This was his office now.  The LAD had enabled the young man to move forward with his career whilst insisting that the Canadian Secret Service demote the previous Captain. 

Placing a palm on the door, he slowly pushed it open.  He froze at the sight of the figure leaning against his desk.  He swallowed hard, pausing before stepping into the office.

"Pierre Bouvier?"

The figure stepped from the shadows and smiled faintly.

"You can call me that, if you want.  I'd prefer Raphael though."

Andre blinked.  Raphael smirked pushing up the sleeves of his shirt.

"You're Agent 66."

Andre cleared his throat.  "Not anymore.  I'm The Captain of the CSS now."

Raphael chuckled.  "I know.  I thought I'd come and congratulate you on your promotion." He straightened and walked forward to stand directly in front of him, staring down into his eyes.  "Hopefully you won't make the same mistakes the previous Captain did."

Andre smiled sheepishly.  "I promise to try my best."

Raphael stepped back.  "Anything else?"

The young Captain nodded.  "I'll learn from my experiences." He hesitated then looked curiously at the angel.  "You're an angel, aren't you?"

"The LAD have explained to you, have they not?"

"Everything."

"Then you know the answer to that question."

Andre chuckled.  "Hey, what about that...uh...tiger?"

Raphael laughed outright.  "Caesar?  He's still around...never fear though...he's a great ally to have on your side."

The Captain breathed out slowly.  "I'll keep that in mind."

Raphael smiled more then stepped back and folded his arms.  "I'll be keeping an eye on things from now on...good luck with everything."

The young Captain felt that he should salute him, and so he did.  Raphael winked at him and then vanished, leaving the young man to ponder the promises he had made, and the future to come.

Toronto

Parliament House

Jamieson Granger breathed a huge sigh of relief as he stepped out of the Prime Minister's office for the final time.  The new PM had finally taken over office.  It had come as no surprise to anyone who the new leader of the country was. Gabriel Bouvier had proved to be the best candidate to fill the position permanently.  Of course, no one seemed to question the fact that Gabriel had been a child only just recently, that he was in fact Jon and Angela's son.  After all, the public hadn't ever really seen the only son of the former PM and his wife, or at least he hadn't drawn much attention.

Jamieson was of course a little anxious about how it would work, but Jason had convinced him that everything would work out fine.  Gabriel was wiser than he seemed; he may only look young, but in reality he was thousands of years old.  Jamieson hadn't laughed at that notion, because he knew that being open-minded was very important in the current climate of the world.  The international issues were still at the forefront of the public mind; yet, he felt that Gabriel would manage admirably.   After all, it was said he had been the one who appeared to the Virgin and told her that she would bear the Son of the Almighty.