[center][h2]Downtown District - Late Evening[/h2][/center]

Arthur sat in a small booth in a small cafe. He was dressed in male skin, because he didn't want to be noticed. Males attract less attention, even ones as strikingly handsome has himself. People generally ignore men as long as they don't smile or make eye contact. Attractive women aren't afforded such anonymity. Arthur learned these truths many, many years ago. 

Today was like any other for the crusading angel. He would lay low and use his senses to detect mall intent in the surrounding area. And even though the sun hadn't set yet, he could already feel another kind of darkness stirring in the air. The sensation put a foul taste in his mouth, more foul than the coffee he sipped. 

But he could not act on the first sign of trouble, no more than he could stop sipping his drink and risk being asked to leave the cozy shop. He would have to wait until he felt something truly disturbing, such as a demon or a soul too corrupt to let live any longer. Anything less would be a waste of his power and could possibly scare away the big fish. That's basically what this was after all... fishing. 

After two and a half hours of waiting, Arthur decided to leave the shop. One could only order so many coffees and pretend to read a book before looking suspicious. So he got up and left without a word. He stepped outside, into the light of a setting sun, and began to walk. Patience. That was the name of the game. He would move on to the next spot, probably a dive bar. There he would take the far corner of the bar and order anything but booze.

That [i][b]was[/b][/i] the plan... until he felt a spike of evil in the air. It was distant, many blocks to the south, but it was worth investigating. With a target in mind, his strides became longer and more determined. But he didn't stand out too much. He could easily pass for a business man on his way home after a long day's work.