Tank didn't sleep much that night, quite obvious from the circles underneath his eyes. He was far too concerned pinpointing the exact locations of the demon sightings he received from informants, witness testimonies, and news clippings. From what he had researched, there were at least three demons residing in the city and in charge of the ghosts roaming the streets. Although he had specifically asked to be sent to this city, he wasn't so sure about his logic behind that decision any more. It was only him and P.H. at the moment and he didn't expect any other angel to be coming down to help them any time soon. So he decided to put his other research projects on hold and focus on coming up with some plan to get the upper hand against the demons. 

It was dawn when Tank finally came across something that might help him. Taking a swig of black coffee, he exited his room located in one of the towers of St. Sebastian, the elaborately designed and expensively furbished church resting in the outskirts of Uptown that also doubled as the angels' headquarters. He crossed the bridge suspended high above the nave, just right on top of the altar. The sun streamed down through the intricate stained glass windows, making the walkway much more colorful than it really was. But Tank ignored all this beautiful hullabaloo and strode to the other tower. He was still a few yards from the door but he could still make out the loud bass of some metal song P.H. enjoyed. Deciding she wouldn't even hear his knock, Tank decided to just barge right in.

"Hey P.H., I got a lead on where those demons might be staying. If we strike first, we'll be able to catch them by surprise."