Stryfe walked out of the fiery gates, which dissolved around him and returned to the sky above Mt. Vesuvius. He had to disguise himself, an get to his target. His target was in the USA, as far as he was aware, so he'd have to get there. He smirked, that would be easy. He closed his eyes, took a breath in, and when he breathed out, the world spun around him, or, more accurately, the world seemed to spin. He opened his eyes and he was in a small town in Nevada. He looked around and smirked again, no one saw him. During the travel, he had changed into his human form. He looked in a car mirror at himself. He wasn't half bad, for a human. His eyes flashed red as he noticed a presence behind him. As it turned out, there was no one behind him, meaning that there was a demonic presence was watching him. He walked into a small café, sat in the corner and ordered a drink. He needed to go over his strategy in his head once more.