Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XLVIII

"...and you want us to go right now!?!! Just walk straight into the Myriad compound, just like that?" Gadreel asked Jason in astonishment. "What about your training?"

Jason stood with his arms crossed. "You should know better than to doubt a Dream, Gadreel. When have they been wrong? They say we go, so, we should go."

"I trust that Jason would not lead us astray. What say you, brother?" Michael asked, looking over at Azazel.

"I don't know. Nevertheless, something tells me this is what we should do," the Watcher replied.

Michael nodded. "Carter are you, Angel, and Louisa in agreement?"

The group nodded in approval.

"Then, it is settled. We go."

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Shiloh stepped over the ashes of the three Watchers and handed Dustyn a helmet with a smile. It was pink.

"Really?"

The Cherubum laughed. "Yeah, you're my bitch, now!"

Dustyn rolled his eyes.

"Now, hold on to me so you don't fall off. Go on...get a good grip," Shiloh said with a snicker. "You jus' snuggle right on up, it's gonna be a long ride."

"You are enjoying that too much, sweetie," Verne said.

Shiloh threw him a middle-finger salute. "You're just jealous."

Verne laughed and turned his attention toward Shiloh's would-be passenger. "Hey, Dustyn?"

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna need this if you want to be part of the Westtown Watchers." The biker reached for a jacket draped over the back of his shiny, chromed motorcycle. He snatched it up and tossed it to Dustyn.

Dustyn held the black leather object out in front of him to examine the patch on the back. "Wow, this is awesome! Become part of a motorcycle gang...that's another one off my list!"

"What?" Shiloh asked.

"Nothing...just ignore me," the young man replied gleefully and slid the jacket on.

Shiloh and Verne looked at each other and shrugged.

"Okay, everyone! We're heading out!" Dante said as he passed by Dustyn and Shiloh through the two parallel rows of motorcycles. The Watcher patted Dustyn on the helmet. "That color looks good on you."

"What about the jacket, asshole?" Dustyn shouted above Verne's engine roaring to life; however, Dante could not hear him.

Shiloh buried a laugh. "He definitely thinks the world of you, you know?"

Dustyn sighed and observed the Watcher stroll to his bike at the head of the two lines of vehicles. "What makes you say that?"

"Because, if he didn't, he wouldn't be messing with you."

"Ah," Dustyn said. "You know, he and Gadreel are unlike any other Watcher or Archangel, even Michael. They are more like a human being than anything. I wonder if that's why they never became as grotesque as the others?"

"Never really thought about it," Shiloh said in thoughtful contemplation. "But it does make sense. Oh well, it looks like we're about to go...oh, and Dustyn?"

"Yeah?"

"That helmet has a mic and headphones in it, so we can talk while we ride," Shiloh said and then fired up the bike's engine. The sounds of two dozen more motorcycles roaring to life, followed in sequence. "Testing one, two...hear me?"