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interfere?”
    The boy looked up,
his face suddenly full of hope, “No.”
    Evie nodded, “Good
enough for me.”
    Spreading her wings,
she drew her sword and flaming with golden fury, flew after
them.
    It
took only moments to overtake and pass the speeding vehicle.
Shedding her glamour , fully visible, she came down a hundred yards in front of the
car on the empty street, sword blazing. She could only imagine what
the murderers inside the car thought as a winged angel, haloed in
magnificent light, clothed in white (courtesy of a slightly slashed
top sheet) manifested directly in front of them.
    To Evie's
disappointment, this heavenly vision did not bring on an epiphany
to end their evil ways, stop the car, fall to their knees and beg
for forgiveness while simultaneously dialing 911and pleading to
turn themselves in. No. Instead the wretched bastards accelerated,
determined to run her down. With a crooked smile, she sheathed her
sword. Digging in, Evie stood her ground, both hands stretched out
straight in front of her. The car rammed into the Angel at probably
around seventy miles an hour.
    The
laughing, twisted faces of the murderers turned to shock when they
realized not only was she still standing; she was pushing back . The driver gunned
the engine, revving the motor higher and higher. Instead of roaring
away, the car came to a stop as Evie began pushing it up the
street, one barefoot step at a time.
    She could hear both
men cursing even over the roar of the engine. The driver slammed
the accelerator to the floor. Plumes of smoke engulfed the street
as the screaming tires spun, fighting for traction. Evie clearly
saw the goon in the passenger seat aim a massive handgun – a Magnum
by the look of it – and open fire, shattering the windshield into
thousands of jagged fragments. Keeping one hand firmly on the hood,
she swatted the bullets aside like bugs with the other.
    Time to end this.
    Drawing her sword
with her free hand, she sliced effortlessly through the entire
front end of the car, severing the engine block. There was a burst
of flames and a terrible twisted shriek of metal as the car spun
away in two parts, spewing oil.
    The men scrambled out
of the wreck, guns blazing. One of them had a shotgun now as well
as the handguns. Evie sighed. These guys were not going to give up.
Stepping between time, she easily dodged the bullets. At this
moment, she was moving so quickly they could not even see her.
    Confused, both men
stopped firing to look around, waving their guns this way and that,
staring wild eyed.
    “Where is she,
goddamn it!” The man who'd been driving snarled.
    “Right here,” Evie
whispered.
    Reappearing directly
in front of him, the Angel plunged her bright sword to the hilt in
his chest.
    Blood bubbled from deep in his throat making a gurgling sound.
His eyes locked on hers. The murderer's heavy features, mottled
with dark stubble, broken blood vessels and old scars, sagged as if
gravity itself was pulling him from the top down into the grave.
Using her sight ,
Evie looked into his soul. Just as she thought, there was such evil
there. Stepping away, she let him fall in a broken sprawl onto the
pitted concrete.
    The other man
screamed in fear, the note of hysteria unmistakable. Finally
realizing he was in a situation a gun could not get him out of.
Throwing his shotgun to the ground, he tried to run. Fool. With a
single downswing of her wings she caught up and grabbed a fistful
of his long, dirty brown hair. Spinning him around to face her, she
easily lifted the man off the ground as her wings beat the dust and
leaves into a whirlwind.
    “No wait, wait,” he
screamed. “I repent. Mercy, have mercy on me!”
    She smiled. His soul
was just as tainted and dirty as the other man's.
    “Sucks for you, buddy. Wrong sort of Angel. Mercy is so not my
mandate.”
    She was still smiling
as she ran him through.
    Both men lay at her
feet. The police would find no mark on them when they came, nothing
but a