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The office buzzes with excitement as people pass back and forth,, phones ring, copiers copy, printers print and typers go tappity-tap on their keyboards and clickity-click with their mice. The sounds of people shouting back and forth can be heard over the din, and in this busy newspaper office, it feels like an Ofanite's haven.
But this is not where this scene takes place.
In the calm, collected and rather plain office of CSIS (Candian Security Intelligence Service) officer Phil Burkhard, aka Phalgus Mal'akh Vassal of Judgement, we find Phil, himself, speaking on the phone.
"Good day, Jezreel. Go with God." Phil hangs up the phone and settles back in his comfy red leather chair. He can smell the leather. What a waste of good leather. He can remember when good leather, really good leather, was the leather used in armor. But now, now leather was in cars and chairs and the armor of the street was buttet-proof vests or a good court-order.
Business suits were the clothing of the modern knight, and Phil wore a very expensive one.
He opens a drawer and pulled out a large plain brown folder. From it he thumbs through file after file. Sure, he could have it all updated on a fancy new computer, but then they would probably be more vulnerable to outside snoopers. After speaking with Raziel and Orc about the human child Damien Morris, his suspicions had been verified. If a human hacker could reach inside Kirharaseth, Heaven's main server, who knows what a skilled demon could do, especially one as skilled as Cozbi! Hopefully, Cozbi would remain ignorant of the talented boy his own daughter had managed to discover.
"Hmmmm..." thinks Phalgus, "protection for Jezreel. A Cherub might be best, but may not serve Judgement's needs if the young angel succumbs to her father's lies and Fall herself. One of the Malakim would be perhaps more appropriate.
Evidently finding a file he approved of, he pulls it out and lays in on his desk.
"Ah, here's a good one," he thinks as he look it over. "A servitor of Flowers, a perfect choice to protect the young Seraph from her father. If necessary, he probably wouldn't be too hard to eliminate and hopefully easy enough to manipulate if the need arises.
Picking up the phone, he dials, smiling to himself.
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