“Especially one particular human,” Sam guffawed. “A certain pretty blonde nurse, perhaps?”
Azrael hid his guilty smile and looked back to the compound they were supposed to be getting ready to raid. Sam’s radio crackled. He put in his earpiece and answered in the Sata’anic language.
“My guys are now in position,” Sam said. “The only target Lucifer really cares about is Chemosh. Anyone else is gravy.”
“I’ll grab the squatter,” Azrael said. “You and your guys secure the perimeter. As soon as you hear shooting, move in and grab the hostages so they don’t kill them.”
“Or abscond with them,” Sam reminded him. “Granny and the kids are potential hosts as well.”
“Got it,” Azrael said. “Ready? Three. Two. One…”
He flashed between the dimensions into the room where a larger-than-ordinary wrait
