"That was a rather [i]cool[/i] save," Zacharias called, sliding down the building with the Al Azif and landing with a profound thud in front of the snowboarder, "I had assumed a military helicopter could withstand the [i]blood[/i] of that which they were sent to destroy, but evidently I was wrong."

Zacharias shrugged.

"But I bet [i]someone[/i] is regretting the whole 'separation of church and state' thing now, huh? This guy knows what I'm taking about," he said, gesturing vaguely to the pilot who, at this moment, was seeing his own mortality swimming in the pool of gore around him, taking in the ambient noise of the screams of the innocent, and joining them in their song. Right now he was seeing either heaven or hell, and either way, he would never be the same.

"But look! By divine providence, he has been saved! Many thanks to you. I am father Zacharias," said the priest, extending his hand, "ice to meet you."