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[h1][u][b]Azrael: Mission One[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

Azrael stood next to his colleagues, adorning one of his many alias [url=http://www.pxleyes.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/male-portraits/15.jpg]Thomas Crawford[/url], an older gentleman who was stern but kind. He wore a pair of brown dress shoes, khaki slacks, a white shirt with matching brown sweater vest and tie. Upon his head was a light brown fedora and in his hands a cane. He followed the usual routine that came with the church, though, a few parts when they had to kneel, he kept his face hidden so his smirk could come through easily. There were a few things they did wrong but he kept it to himself. Participation was key and blending in even more so. Much time and effort had been given in order to get the lead necessary for this possible takedown and he would not be the one to compromise it. 

He watched in [i]'awe'[/i] as the children were healed, clapping along with the rest of the [i]sheep[/i] in the church. His smile and slight jaw drop adding to the old man's amazement. Soon enough Pastor Todd Goodfellow noticed them and called them forward. He slowly got up, using the back of the pew in front of him as a railing of sorts to stand. He brought his cane to his right hand and made his way up with the rest of his comrades. He licked his dry lips and stepped forward. [color=a0410d]"Good evening Father. My name is Thomas, Thomas Crawford. To see what you did for those kids was, heh, was definitely a Godsend. Never thought in my 60 odd years of livin' I'd see anything like it." [/color] He nodded in his own silent approval.