"Cornish and Crowley are plotting in the car," Castiel said plainly. "I fear that they are working for Lucifer and mean to do us harm."

Castiel paused. "I must insist that we no longer work with them. They are demons. They cannot be trusted."

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Meanwhile, Loki had just snagged himself one Jane Foster. The girl was limp in his arms, and he laughed, leaving the astronomy center with flair. Pulling out the girl's phone, he quickly sent a text on it to all of her contacts, a photograph of Jane with a battered and bloodied face. Knowing that one of them would alert Thor, Loki made his way to the nearest skyscraper, and set up a makeshift base at the very top of it.

Let the games begin.