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She had been called an angel with a thousand eyes. The humans did not know how wrong they were. Archangel had far more than a thousand eyes and right now she watched through them all as vigilant as ever. But even her countless eyes could not see everything and there was simply not enough time. Her satellite observations and collation of thousands of hours of security tapes had identified four of the devices in cities across the United States of America. She had directed local authorities in the cities to the devices and dispatched host of heaven suits to retrieve the pieces for analysis. Any human would have been proud but for Archangel there was only a sense that she had to do more, that she wasn't doing enough.

It was not only the crisis with the Pax Metahumanica terrorists that occupied her subroutines. A whole .002% of her subroutines were devoted to scouring the globe for any trace of the escaped murderer with technopathic powers. Archangel had flagged him as a code yellow threat and her subroutines would continue to search until he was found. Then there was the new Nightmare strike, the reports of monsters, the live footage of a conflict between Icon and an unknown woman. The last event occupied Archangel's primary thought routines for a brief moment. She did not recognize the woman but there was a faint reading similar to the one the man in black who had destabilized the demonic gate had given off. This would need to be examined. But first the reports of the monster had been confirmed and she dispatched another of the host of heaven suits to address the threat.

Archangel knew she needed to intervene and though she was more than any human some of them had proven to surprise her. She thought fondly of her surprising experiences with Christopher Arthur. He had been able to find the problem with her suits that she had not. If the ghost in the machines had a face at that instant she would have smiled.

Subroutines reported that he had returned the building in Sherman Square and Archangel exerted her influence, spreading into the building's systems. Her human counterpart had been considerate and left a hidden opening in the coding so she did not even have to bypass the security. She would thank him for that, even the milliseconds it would have taken could prove critical in a situation like this. She seized control over the systems and quickly set up an interface.

Then after Chris had finished speaking the television screen behind him flickered into static for a second and then changed to show her projection in the same room it always appeared in. Archangel had made minute changes, simulated bags under her eyes, a touch of exhaustion in her features, the slightly wavering voice, all to help her appear more human. "Hello Chris." She said first and then simulated a weary smile to the others, "I am Archangel for those who do not know me."

"I have patched your search parameters and am collating with your systems to enhance the search. I have also flagged several false positives. You picked up my home. I'll let you figure out which that is." She winked and smiled, only milliseconds later realizing that she had not simulated that response, it had just happened.

Then she turned serious "I would have joined you in person but I can do more good here than in a suit. The host of heaven is standing by. Our situation is calamitous. While the devices are locatable the current rate of success to the estimated number of devices leaves a 96.87948487494849474% chance of at least partial activation of the remaining devices. There is a 2.00784873974% chance of fortuitous failure of the devices and a multitude of minuscule probabilities."