[Funkduder]

Michael killed the power before pulling the wires. First he charged his gun, and then he stole the wires to replace the burnt ones. Suddenly a message came from the Amorpha network: "Saint Typasius is dead."
"Oh shit," Michael's thought rang through is head so loudly, it might as well been a psychic call to his unconventional allies.
He ran to the door and flung it open. "Anyone who's coming with me, we're out of here! Rephaim's on the loose, and if we don't kick it to high gear, we're next!" Michael paused to look around, using the gun on torch-mode in order to light the area. The Babylonian was ready to leave the room, and the, until recently, gun-handed man was angry enough to chase her down. Altiel seemed to have already gotten the picture, and the others were who knows where.
Looking at the Babylonian a second time, he realized that this was his chance.
"Is he bothering you?"