[center] PART I [/center]
[i]Woe to You Oh Earth and Sea
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath
because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding
reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number
its number is six hundred and sixty six.[/i]

Damian reached over and cranked up the volume on the radio just as the lead singer of the band Iron Maiden started his scream singing, his fingers tapped on the steering wheel keeping time with the beat as he zipped pasted the occasional cars of tourists and eighteen wheelers. As if reading his thoughts, the blood red Lamborghini Diablo seemed to accelerate even before he pressed his foot further down on the pedal, the purr of the finely tuned engine deepened everso slightly as he speed on down the highway, well in excess of one hundred miles an hour, despite the fact that it was snowing. 

Two hours later he took the off ramp for County road 362 and drove south for another hour until the road began winding through some small hills. He eased the car off to the side of the road once he'd topped the highest of the hills and got out of the car, from this vantage point he had a clear view overlooking the town of Brownston. The layer of pure white freshly fallen snow that blanketed the town only added to the homey, wholesomeness of the town and he felt as if about to puke from the stench of it. Everywhere he looked, there no Bars to be seen, no Poolhall's, no Dancehall's, no Stripclub's, no Whorehouse's, no Pimp's, no used up Prostitute's standing on the street corners, no John's, no Drug dealers, no Junkie's looking for a fix, no Drunks or Homeless pasted out in the alleys, no murders, no rapes, no muggings... he 
pondered a moment as to what he had done to deserve being sent to this place rather then some nice crime ridden Metropolitan. 

Damian let out an exasperated sigh, what ever the reasons no longer mattered, failure was not an option. He got back in the car and eased back onto the road, ten minutes later he was pulling into a small Mom&Pop gas station on the edge of Brownston. After going inside he made his way towards the freezers at the back of the store, he started from the leftside and walked to the rightside...not a single can of beer, wine cooler, or cheap bottle of Boone's Farm wine, just then a young girl came out of the back storage room balancing four twelve packs of coke in her arms, as if sensing what Damian was looking for he spoke up, [i] "Yo dude, dry town handsome, ya shoulda stopped at the truckstop back out on the highway if ya was wanting some suds"[/i]. Already not happy he shot the young girl a look that caused her to screech and drop the twelve packs, the audible exasperated sigh from the direction of the front counter caught his attention and he left the young woman to deal with the mess of rupturd soda cans spewing like glaciers.

He stopped along the way and poured himself a cup of coffee then strolled up to the cash register, it was easy to see the Store owner was aggravated, but doing his best to keep calm in front of a customer, obviously he had problems with the young girls work before. Damian paused and closed his eyes briefly while tilting his head to the left, before the Storekeeper realized he was actually saying what he was thinking, the words had already eascaped his mouth,[i]"Geewiz Samantha, I swear my five year old kid could do a better job then you"[/i], as Damian turned and walked out the door, the loud sobbing of the young girl as she darted back into the storage room brought a wide smile across his face.