Benny is sweating, with a look of painful worrying.

Riker:  "C'mon, talk to me, man..."

Benny:  "No..."

Riker:  "Shit...we go with Plan A, then.  Padre...you know about any bad shit gone down in the Fens, past couple hundred years?"

Benny looks defeated and slumped.

Mulcahy:  "I'm sorry Alan, could you give that to me again, in English?"

Riker:  "Man, we'll find her...but we've gotta figure out what the score is first."  He looks at the Father.  "Back Bay Fens...the ex-swamps.  We got a hot tip once that whatever's goin' down is centered back there...unless I'm not rememberin' right.  Haunted, spooky shit, you know?"

Benny:  "Back Bay Fens... she may be there after all."

Mulcahy:  "I'm afraid I can't help you there Alan. New England and Massachusetts especially is crawling with ghost stories..."

Riker:  "You said dark an' wet, Benny...the Fens're on swamp an' landfill.  Who knows what's buried out there?"

Benny:  "So what was the plan once we got to the morgue?"

Riker looks back to Benny.  "You an' me stick here, Benny, as backup.  The Padre and Francis go in to look at the body."

Benny:  "Sounds like a plan alright." Benny doesn't sound cheery at all.

Francis winces.  "Ah, the body... of course."

Riker:  "Ok, fair enough.  We'll check th' body after we hit the office."

Benny:  "We have to check it out. I owe it to her. I know she's alive, but for how long?"

Francis:  "I'm...er...game for whatever you fellows want."

CM:  The Bronco pulls up outside Riker's office building.

Riker:  "Awright, first stop, everybody out.  Padre, you mind makin' the call ahead from here?"

Mulcahy:  "No problem."

Benny gets out and looks at the spot where his friend was hanging.

Riker hops out of the 4x4.  "Let's do it, then."

Benny:  "I'm sorry," he whispers into the night.

Riker unlocks the door and leads folks into the office.

Mulcahy uses Riker's office 'phone. "Samuel? Yes, it's Eustace...yeah. Look, I've got another crowd of freshers from the seminary. I need to traipse 'em around again. Can I?..." Mulcahy gives you a thumbs up. "Thanks Sammy, I owe ye. Tonight okay? Great!"

Francis slips a finger into the knot of his tie as if it's too tight.

Benny:  "Francis, do you have family?"

Francis nods.  "My parents."

Benny:  "How are they?"

Francis shrugs. "They were well enough the last time we spoke -a couple of months ago, I believe."

Benny:  "Don't speak much then?"

Francis:  "They're retired; they travel.

Benny:  "Good for them.  Do yourself  favor and keep in touch with them.  Don't make the same mistakes I've made."

Francis: "You've lost touch with your family, have you?""

Benny:  "Something like that, Francis.   Something like that."

Mulcahy puts the phone down. "Well gentlemen, we're in business. Just try and look like priests..."

Benny:  "I have been waiting for this chance my whole life, father."

Riker busies himself getting a fresh shirt, and more ammo.  A lot more ammo.  Balloons get filled and gingerly placed in a styrofoam ice chest.  "Seven pounds a gallon.  I'd blaspheme, but it don't seem appropriate.  Ready to saddle up, gentlemen?"

Benny:  "I am as ready as I'll ever be."

Mulcahy:  "You want me to bless those now Alan?"

Riker:  "That's th' spirit.  Let's go."  He looks down at the rubber 'grenades'.  "Uhhh...might be a good idea, Padre."

Benny:  "I really want to look whomever did that to Ishy right in the eye."

Mulcahy performs a short, awkward blessing over the water balloons. "I feel silly," he says.

Riker:  "C'mon, padre, these're heavy..."  He grins.  "Wouldja feel better if we got some super soakers?"

Mulcahy:  "Not really." He grins back.

Benny:  "We are going to look silly if it doesn't work.  But to me it's a sound idea."

Francis:  "The cause is holy, father, even if the materials are a tad... mundane."

Riker:  "Well, there y'go, then."  Riker marches down the stairs to the Bronco, and loads up.  "Think you can sneak one or two'a these in apiece?  Might come in handy."

Francis:  "I fear they would show in my pockets."

Mulcahy sighs. "I can probably fit something under here," he says, opening his jacket. "No-one's going to comment if I put even more weight on."

Benny:  "I'm going to get as many as I can carry, Riker, but I don't know about sneaking."

Riker:  "Remember, vampires or demons attack, don't throw the first one at 'em. Break it over your head."

Mulcahy take a couple of the balloons and hides them under his jacket. They make him look chubby, but beyond that they aren't noticable.

Benny smiles.  "Yeah, yeah. Let's go already!!"

Riker:  "I'm not jokin'.  If you were about to get attacked, it'd be great protection."  Riker revs the engine and pulls out into traffic, driving perhaps a bit worse than even the usual Boston motorists.

CM:  The city traffic is brutal, but at least there's no shortage of parking spaces. You pull up outside the city morgue (part of the Charles Metropolitan General Hospital) about ten minutes later.....

Benny:  "I think we re abusing this holy water thing, man"

Riker:  "Maybe...but God can send me an email after we've saved the world, ok?  Last stop, gents.  First floor -- lingere, shotguns to the face, anna dead angel.  Everybody out."

Francis steps out of the vehicle, nervously rearranging his clothes.

CM:  The clerk at the desk manages to drag his face out of his porno mag long enough to realise you're not cops, and does a classic double take before heroically reclaiming his "cool"...

Francis keeps shooting timid glances at the father - every inch the imtimidated seminarian

Riker finds a place to lean against the wall, so he doesn't slosh too much.

Mulcahy saunters up to the desk and proclaims his identity in rolling tones....

Francis scurries along in Mulcahy's wake

CM:  The clerk checks a list, and you're in. It's that simple.

Benny:  "My son, you are are sinning. Lust... Let me have the sinful material, so that I may dispose of it properly."

CM:  The clerk stuffs the magazine under the counter and gives Benny the finger.

Benny:  "I forgive you my son for you know not what you do."

Riker:  "Harsh, my man, harsh.  Wait'll Father Mulcahey sees you doin' that."

The clerk flashes Riker a look.

Riker:  "Hey, don't look at me like that, kid.  I'm just the muscle for the Lord, y'know?"

Benny:  "I'll pray for your soul."

CM:  Plastic flapped double doors lead down a corridor doused in antiseptic. It still doesn't cover the reek of death.

Benny walks behind the double doors and smiles. "Couldn't resist."

Mulcahy wrinkles his nose. "The cold lockers are down here."

Francis follows silently.

Riker pulls out a small jar of camphor and wipes some under his nostrils, then offers it to the others.

Riker:  "Mmmmm...minty fresh."

Benny:  "Hmm... where did you get that?" pointing to the camphor.

Riker holds out the little ceramic jar.  "This, y'mean?  Comes with the Junior Detective's Kit."

Benny:  "I'm going to get one of those then.  Do they come with that fake license you keep showing people?"

Riker: "Yeah, the same way your ratty trenchcoat comes with that fake presspass you got."

Benny grins. "Riker?"

Riker: "Yeah?"

Benny: "Bite me."

CM:  The cold room has a wall of slide in lockers, refridgerated to keep the smell down and the bodies fresh. Obviously, one of them isn't working at max efficiency. The attendant isn't here right now, but someone else is... He has his back to you, looking down at a slid out pallet holding the burned remains you've come here to see. His suit is sharp, his head bald, black and shiny...

Francis stops dead, reaching for Mulcahy's hand

Riker steps a bit more lively, closing in.  "Weeell lookee here!  Mister Suit!  Sorry, buddy...all these souls're in one place or another already..."

Mr Smile looks round in surprise...

CM:  PCN rolls please

Private die roll from Riker: 1d100 Total 60 [60]
Private die roll from Benny:  1d100Total 64 [64]
Private die roll from Francis: 1d100Total 75 [75]
Private message from CM to Riker:  There's a tear on his cheek...

Riker stops dead.  Swagger all gone now, too.  "Well now...what's your business here, my man?"

Smile:  "Came to pay my respects."

Benny:  "Funny, so did we."

Riker:  "Normally I'd say somethin' like 'bullshit', but these're odd times, right?"

Francis:  "There is a great deal you do not see coming.  I gather you know the... deceased?"  Francis' voice is cold as the grave.

Smile:  "Know him? Not really. We didn't speak much the few billion years or so. Time was, we were like brothers."

Riker:  "Before the Fall, right?"

Smile:  "Yeah. Something like that. You're bright, for a monkey."

Benny:  "What happened?"

Francis:  "Who was he?"

Smile:  "Him? He was Jophiel, Righteous Vengeance of the Lord. Man, did he love his work."

Benny looks genuinely surprised , but quickly attempts to hide it.

Francis shudders.  "I thought as much... but we appreciate the confirmation."

Riker's eyes widen. "Hot damn, I knew it!" He pauses a beat, then "but we're bein' rude, guys...Padre, this'...well...we don't know his proper name, but he's a demon."

Smile:  "Aw, man!" Smile's nose wrinkles in distaste. "You brought a priest?"

Francis:  "He attempted to condemn us to prison and then to Hell.  He was only partially successful.   Because we would not sign over our souls."

Smile:  "I did squat, foureyes. That wasn't me. I'm a whole lot more subtle than that!"

Francis:  "You portrayed yourself as able to enable us to avoid it..."  Francis shakes his head in disgust.  "It's irrelevant now."

Smile: "Irrelevant my ass. You're talking about my professional pride here!"

Mulcahy swallows "You're a...demon?"

Smile rolls his eyes in disgust. "Oooh, he's a smart priest too. Monkey want a banana?"

Riker looks at Mulcahey, winks.  If he keeps up the act, maybe he won't run the hell right outta here.  "Gen-u-wine, Padre.  But hey...couple months ago...well, that ain't quite right either, I guess.  Yeah, demon.  Dig it."

Benny:  "Ok people, settle down.  I still have to save someone. Now, I'm interested in what happened here. Who did this to Jophiel?"

Francis:  "I think we know who, Benny - I'm more concerned with how."

Smile:  "Jophiel was always too damn stubborn for his own good. Stupid bastard ran in to a pack o' balserai a few months ago. Any normal angel would split. Balserai are mean fuckers."

Francis:  "Balserai?"

Benny:  "Months ago?"

Riker:  "Do tell, Smiley."

Smile:  "I heard 'em boasting in the bar about how they tore him open, left him bleeding force all over the place. They said they cracked his heart. Man, no-one comes back from that. No-one."

Riker:  "Cracked his heart?  Whatcha mean?"

Benny:  "Like breaking him?"

Smile sighs and pulls up a chair. "Angels, demons, we're not much more than spiritual energy wrapped up in a big ball. What we call our heart is like the core of the ball. Break that, and the net of force that makes us what we are unwinds like a ratty jumper."

Benny:  "Slowly or rapidly?"

Francis:  "And what happens to the force?"

Smile:  "It's pretty rapid. The energy goes back into the air, where it came from."

Riker:  "What's th' odds, say, if someone cracked the sphere...could they maybe harness the juice?"

Smile:  "Harness it?" He considers... "Maybe, if they were a shit hot sorcerer. But that kind of power breeds enemies. Easier just to cause a war and pull in the power that way."

Riker:  "C'mon, Smiley...think about it.  We've got some headcase, thinks he's Jophiel.  Boom, explosions an' shit." Riker pauses for a moment, thinking.

Benny:  "So who do you think is impersonating Jophiel?"

Francis:  "What if you didn't want to draw that much attention to yourself; what if you were very... old...and very crafty?  What if you already lived off the life force of others?"

Riker:  "Or you were desperate enough to try anything to stop someone else."

CM:  "Like a vamp? Never happen foureyes. One tatse of angelic force and you're last weeks cold ashes."

Benny:  "So who then?"

Riker: "Aw, shit.  Awwww, shit.  Naw, you don't get it, man."

Benny: "What?"

Riker:  "Gordon.  Gordon knew, so he figured a way to juice up to go toe to toe with our other pal...only mortal minds weren't designed to handle the power, an' he got lost in the role."

Smile:  "You want to run that past me again?" Smile frowns.

Benny:  "Something still doesn't fit.  What about the war?  I'm not saying it isn't Gordon but if he is what was his original plan? And I hadn't seen anything that suggest he is the kind of guy to sic some Balserai at an angel to get his power and then wield it in his own way."

Francis:  "Presume for a moment that someone did harness the energy - what could he do with it?  And would his sanity survive?"

Smile:  "It couldn't happen. A human with that kind of power? It'd eat him alive, unless he was some kind of saint."

Riker:  "Or maybe just desperate."

Francis:  "Perhaps he was simply in the right place at the right time."

Benny:  "Maybe he was thinking of going after you, Smile.  Did you know Gordon?"

Smile:  "Gordon? I knew of him, yeah. Could feel the bastard halfway across town. Son-of-a-bitch was Holy..."

Francis nods thoughtfully, eyes growing distant. "And one night, he comes out and finds an angel dying in his garden..."

Riker nods. "Of course I'm not sure..."  He glances at Smiley.  "But that right there's a good indication...if Smiley's tellin' the truth.  Demons do lie, y'know."

Benny:  "So do you feel anything similar in our new faux-Jophiel?"

Smile: "Can't sense an angel unless it's using its power. We're the same way. It's the only thing that helps keep the peace."

Riker:  "Awright, this' startin' to make more sense.  Lemme ask you the Big Question, Smiley..."

Smile:  "As for demon's lyin', some do, most of us prefer a well chosen truth..."

Benny:  "Yes they do lie, but Smile here has an interest in us getting to this angel.  I have a feeling that if anything he will manipulate us to confront him.  Sort of what we want to do anyway."

Riker shrugs.  "Whatcha say?  How do we undo this thing, man?  You're gonna lose every bit as much, things go the way they're gonna go."

Francis:  "You, and most of metropolitan Boston..."

Riker:  "Then th' planet.  An we maybe get to go through all this shit again an' again."

Smile shrugs. "I haven't got the faintest idea what it is that's killin' us. You say it's Jophiel, but this here's my boy and he ain't goin' nowhere."

Benny:  "Let's level.  You must have some idea who or what it is."

Riker:  "We thought it was Jo there...but maybe it's Gordon.  He sucked up the power, went buggy, and now he's out for vengance.  Startin' to make sense, Smiley?"

Smile:  "You know, that's the kicker about bein' a demon. No-one ever listens."

Francis:  "I'm listening... you would be somewhat of an expert on possession, would you not?"

Benny:  "Gordon definitely plays some importnt part in all of this and it may well be what Riker suggests, but I still feel we are overlooking something about him."

Smile: "Posession, yeah...only angels don't do that crap. With someone as spiritually strong as Gordon, it couldn't happen anyway. It'd have to be voluntary."

Benny:  "Whoa, that sounds better."

Riker:  "Or it was just raw Force, an' Gordon was desperate to preserve it somehow.  The plane passed near where the other side's hangin' out, the power responds...the plane blows up, Gordon's mortal soul gets subsumed into the Jophiel personality..."

Benny:  "Does the timeline fit?  When was the crash?"

Francis:  "I'm afraid I'm on a different tangent.  What kind of creature...demon, if you will... would manifest itself as a black ichor that is extremely vulnerable to fire?"

Smile pales. "What did you say, foureyes?"

Francis:  "I believe you heard me.  And I believe you know."  Francis locks eyes with the demon, his voice steely.  He sounds very un-Francis-like.

Benny stops midsentence and pays more attention to where Francis is getting.

Smile:  "There're a few that manifest as ooze. We're all shapechangers you know. But there's only one I've heard of that's vulnerable to fire like that... and it can't be him."

Riker grins.  "Who?"

Francis:  "It can - I believe it is.  His name, sir?"

Smile's face contorts for a moment. "Varinae"

Benny:  "Why the reaction?"

Francis closes his eyes and a little of the starch goes out of him.

Benny:  "Is he after you?"

Francis:  "How do we stop him?"

Smile:  "You heard of the boogey man, sonny? Well Varinae's ours."

Benny:  "How so?"

Smile:  "You don't stop him. No-one can. He eats demons and evils and anything else that God touched. He's insane. A junkie with a jones for Life."

Benny:  "There has to be some way to stop him..."

Riker:  "But Jophiel-Gordon thinks he can stop him.  But what'd he want with that damn cup...?"

Francis:  "He must be stopped."

Smile's eyes bug. "C...cup?"

Francis:  "THAT cup."

Riker's smile widens.  "You know...like clay or wood cup, about so big?  Kind a carpenter drinks outta?"

Smile's form blurs, momentarily revealing something rotting and wrapped in undulating coils... Then he's back...

Francis:  "It frightened me too, when it had me..." Francis sounds almost sympathetic, his voice soft.

Smile:  "Oh crap. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap..."

Riker grimaces.  "Man, don't do that, Smiley...What's th' damn cup gotta do with it?"

Smile:  "Shit, sorry, lost it for a moment."

Benny:  "Ok.  Blurt it out."

Smile pulls himself to his feet and starts pacing...

Riker snaps his fingers.  "Awright, awright...what's the link, Smiley?"

Smile:  "When the Almighty dumped us in Hell, He locked us in with a war-crazed psycho who wanted to eat us all. So, we chained him up and dumped him in the Abyss..."

Riker:  "Uh huh..."

Smile:  "But the fucker got out and made a Happy Meal of of some of Lucifer's favourites. So we trapped him on Earth, on a continent where no-one lived. Figured he'd be safe there for a while. We couldn't kill him see. He'd got too powerful by then, fat on the force of those he'd devoured."

Francis:  "Let me guess... North America?"

Riker:  "Before people crossed the land bridge, before the Vikings."

Francis:  "It would be in the Salem area, wouldn't it?"

Smile nods. "We took his Warbody, and the others he was using, and sealed them in a pentagram, powered by the leys... Anyway, turns out he'd already made one excursion to Earth and left mankind a gift or three. All sorts of nasty offspring, pumped eternally from the womb of some poor semi-evolved monkey he happened upon."

Riker:  "Vampires, lamia, the lilim an' lillitu."

Benny:  "The Unknown..."

Riker:  "Life eaters. But g'wan."

Francis slides a finger into his collar again, uncomfortably.

Smile:  "Not just the vamps, man. Almost everything that goes bump in the night belongs to him."

Benny:  "What part does the Cup play?"

Smile:  "I'm getting to the cup, monkey-boy."

Riker:  "Waitaminute...more than one body, you said?"

Smile:  "That's right. Most of the Fallen are capable of manifesting more than one body. The main one, the Warbody is where most of his power resides."

Francis:  "And the wards have been weakened; broken perhaps..."

Benny:  "So vanquishing something this powerful would prove difficult, but how about confining him again somewhere he won't cause so many problems?"

Smile:  "We could do it, but it took most of Hell to confine him the last time."

Benny:  "Maybe we can use the wards that are already there, if they work.  That way our load is lessened somewhat."

Francis:  "And the new Jophiel is going to try to do it... and Heaven help anyone who is in the way."

Benny:  "So we can probably keep the Warbody where it is confined.  Hopefully...Maybe he isn't out yet, and we can prevent him from getting out."

Smile:  "He's a sneaky bastard though. He learned how to send his blood out into the world. That's what the black stuff was. Not him, but a part of him."

Francis shudders.

Riker:  "An' if Jophiel can't do it...then the whole world gets to eat the consequnces.  Shit.  Okay...ordinary hocus pocus is right the hell out.  What about the cup?"

Smile:  "The big problem is, when we set up the wards, the Grail didn't exist. It's not the kind of thing any of us could have anticpated. We keyed the wards to the easiest thing, his demonic nature. If he drinks blood from the Grail he could possibly erase that taint and regain his divine status. He'd just walk through the wards like they weren't there..."

Francis:  Oh, dear lord...

Smile:  "He's had hundreds of thousands of years to plan what he's going to do to us. All of us. It'll be a slaughter on a cosmic scale. He's got quite an imagination..."

Benny:  "Can he drink from something holy as that?"

Smile:  "The Grail would hurt him, but he could sacrifice one body to it, and the rest would gain the benefit."

Benny:  "Is this conjecture or are you confident about this?"

Smile:  "I'm pretty sure about this. They say every being he ever drained is still alive in there somewhere..."

Benny:  "He eats anything that's been touched by God. Not good..."

Riker scrubs his face.  Hums a few bars from Gilbert and Sullivan's Never Steal anything Small.  "This is the big baddie, Benny.  He eats demons.  We've gotta get that cup back, man.  Or use it to reinforce the wards.  Or best of all, get the force from Gordon...Jophiel...whoever, and juice the wards with that."

Francis:  "There must be a way to stop him."

Riker:  "Oh, man...I am not likin' this more an' more...look, Smiley...we like as not can't track him, but what about the Grail?"

Benny:  "There is.  We have to keep him where he is."

Smile snarls. "I don't see ho...oh shit." He stares out over your shoulders.

CM:  The temperature drops.

Benny:  "Cabot probably is trying to get him out, so we ... Shit. Anyone else feel that?"

Francis turns around.

Jophiel stands by the door, smiling.

Jophiel:  "How nice of you to gather in one place."

Benny:  ooc:&*%^$#!

Francis:  "You are mistaken if you think we serve a Purpose contrary to the Purpose you serve, Jophiel."

Benny:  "Who are you?  This is Jophiel!" pointing to the body.

Francis takes a step toward the newcomer.

Jophiel raises an eyebrow, and the corpse explodes in flames.

Benny covers himself weakly with his arm.

Riker summons up some of the swagger.  Hey, if you've gotta go..."Benny's got a point, man.  You do the special effects okay...but that's...SHIT!"  He raises one jacketed arm to shield against the flames.  "Stop that!"

Jophiel:  "Simaliel? A pleasure as always." He raises a hand wreathed in cold flame. "Time to die."

Benny:  "Wait!  Who are you!?  Gordon?"

Francis:  "Jophiel!  Think before you strike! " Francis takes another couple of steps toward Jophiel.

Jophiel pauses. "Gordon? Gordon? Who is this Gordon?"

Private message from Riker to CM:  Wanna hit this goof with some holy water.
Private message from CM to Riker:  Roll it.
Private die roll from Riker:  1d100Total 61 [61]

Benny:  "Father Gordon..." he stops when he sees the two balloons flying.

CM:  Both balloons miss Jophiel, bursting on the floor in front of him, splashing his shoes. He sniffs the fluid, then turns with a snarl. "Sacrilege!"

Riker:  "Well, it was worth a shot..."  Riker dives for the floor, reaching for a couple more balloons.

Francis:  "No, we fight for Him.  We may be inept, but we fight for Good."

Private message from Riker to CM:  Splash self, splash self!

Francis:  "STOP!"

Mulcahy:  "No!" Mulcahy throws himself between Jophiel and Riker....

CM:  ...and explodes.

Riker slides to a halt against the wall, hands full of...well...they're water balloons, but..."Padre!  SHIT!  You crazy FUCKER!"

CM:  Chunks of Father Mulcahy spray across the room, setting fire to everything. The flames sweep across the ceiling like a tide...

Riker bounces up, and readys another attack.  "You crazy, twisted FREAK!"  One balloon is smashed over Riker's head, soaking him, the other held in an angry fist...

Francis:  "How can you destroy a holy man, if you are the angel Jophiel?" Francis' voice is choked with horror and tears.

Riker starts stalking across the floor.  "He was the best chance we HAD, an' you OFFED him!  I am sick of this shit!  Sick!"  Riker's in a fine, deadly rage, closing in with his ludicrous weapons...

Jophiel stares in horror at what is left of the priest as the room goes up in flames...

Riker raises the balloon...

Francis:  "How many more innocents must die?  WE ARE ONLY TRYING TO HELP!"

Smile grabs Riker's arm. "Man, if you want to live, let's split!"

Francis has advanced till he is standing in front of... Jophiel, Gordon, whomever he is now.

Benny:  "You killed a man of God.  Now you are going to answer to him."

Francis:  "We want to stop Varinae as much as you do - possibly more.  We can HELP... but not if you must heedlessly slaughter innocents and good men.  Not if you slaughter us."

Riker screams incoherently, then turns and looks at Smiley.  "Ngyahhhh!  Graaaah!  FUCK!  FUCKFUCKFUCK!"  He's maybe four, five steps away from Gordon, Jophiel...whatever, arm raised to deliver the balloon benediction.

Benny:  "Prepare to go to Hell, Jophiel, where Varinae will be waiting,"

Jophiel looks up, wild eyed. His eyes are suns, boiling fire out across his skin. There's a single high pitched whine filling the air.

Benny:  "He's had so much time to prepare..."

Private message from Riker to CM:  Smack him.
Private die roll from Riker:  1d100Total 3 [3]

Riker's arm descends like a boom, like the sword of Damocles.  You know, any other time, it'd be silly.  Now, it smashes down squarely on Jophiel's head.

CM:  Riker's balloon bursts in Jophiels face. The water boils away instantly, but the impact seems to wake the creature up...

Riker:  "Hah!  HAH!"

Jophiels clothes ignite, and the air around his hazes with the heat...

Benny holds Riker and says "Leave him. He'll answer to a higher authority."

Francis backs up, driven by the heat. "You WILL listen, Gordon, to your own conscience if not to us."

Jophiel:  "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"

Riker:  "Shit!  RUN!"  Riker tries to turn, despite all the people hanging on to him, and book it for the exit. "RUN!"

CM:  The force of his scream slams you to the ground.... the sound shatters glass everywhere.

Benny runs while remembering Mulcahey.

Riker:  "FRANCIS!  RUN!  RUN, DAMN YOUR HIDE!"  Riker tumbles ass over teakettle, rolling toward the exit, the emergency exit, the fire door...

Benny grabs Francis and pulls him if necesary.

CM:  There's a rumble in the ground and a sound like reality itself tearing wide.

Francis stumbles toward the exit.

Benny tries his best to crawl, run, anything.

CM:  Then there is a sound beyond sound...and whiteness.

Session ends