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DOGS OF WAR, PART 1[/h3][/center]

	Working the wrench with two hands, Angel twisted the last bolt into place, and wiped the sweat off his brow. The garage still got hot in the heat of the day, even after Angel had repaired the broken air conditioner. Standing up, and wiping the grease and oil coating his hands on his 'work shorts', he gave the car a once over with his powers, and nodded, satisfied. 

	Rolling out from under the sports car, Angel let the lift down as he stood up, stretching, and cracking his knuckles. This sports car had been an easy fix (at least for someone like Angel,) only needing some transmission repair. Walking over to his phone, which was playing music, he paused the song, and turned on speakerphone, calling the owner of the car. 

	[color=Silver]"Yeah, your car is ready. You can pick it up anytime you're ready."[/color] The reply came back, effusive and warm. "Thanks! I was really worried about it! What was wrong with it?" Shifting in place, Angel grimaced at the attempt at conversation. It wasn't really his forte, but he would try and be polite. 

	[color=Silver]"It was just a transmission issue. Shouldn't cost too much, as it didn't take me long to repair it."[/color] The woman on the other end thanked him again, to which Angel shrugged, even though the action couldn't be conveyed over the phone. [color=Silver]"Seriously, don't worry about it, we can discuss the cost when you next come in."[/color] Thanking him one last time, the woman hung up, after promising to be there soon. 

	Sighing, Angel looked at the car, and rubbed the back of his neck. He still wasn't used to all the human interaction necessary for this cover job. [color=Silver][i]Laying low is tough work.[/i][/color] Luckily for Angel, the garage was out of the way, so he didn't get many customers. However, this one woman, her car, a higher-end sports car, kept having issues. Luckily for her, Angel didn't really need the money, so the repairs were cheap. Unfortunately, this meant he had a repeat customer, which meant it was a constant struggle to maintain his cover. Angel didn't know if she were just a bad driver, or if her car was just shitty for its model. Either way, he had become quite intimate with the inner workings of the vehicle over the last few weeks. 

	Putting his tools away, and lowering the vehicle lift, Angel walked into the front, and sat in his office chair, behind his desk. Reclining in the pleather seat, leaning back, Angel was about to put his feet up on the desk, when the door opened, ringing the bell. Sighing, he looked up at the customer, and asked, [color=Silver]"Can I help you?"[/color]

	Unfortunately, Angel got his answer in the form of a gun pointed at his face. The man holding the gun in question was dressed in body armor, like that of a SWAT team, but with a [url=https://cdn3.volusion.com/detzv.zhohv/v/vspfiles/photos/P4615-2.jpg?1464844691]unique patch[/url] on the arm, instead of the expected LHPD SWAT one. Covering his face was a [url=https://i.redd.it/i11bj0zpf09x.jpg]gas mask[/url], obscuring his facial features. 

	Reacting quickly, Angel kicked backwards, forcing himself to fall over in the chair, as a shot rang out over his head. Reaching out with his power, he made the gun jam, and the magazine unload itself from the pistol. Scrambling to his feet, Angel fumbled for the machine pistol in his desk drawer, and pulling it out, and aiming it at the intruder before he could figure out what was going on with his gun. 

	A nervous thrill running through him, Angel spoke, motioning to the handgun with his own pistol. [color=Silver]"Who are you? Why did you roll up into my place like a gangbuster?"[/color]

	The figure, however, stayed silent, and Angel, frustrated, repeats the question. [color=Silver]"I said, [b]who. Are. You?[/b]"[/color]

	The man, with audible amusement in his voice, even through the filter of a gas mask, chuckled. 

	"A distraction."

	And that's when Angel noticed the RPG flying into his front office.

[center][h2]To be continued....[/h2][/center]