The seaplane pulls up to the dock while the jet flies overhead. Inside the minimal tourist trap the dances dance if their faux traditionals, the occasional side eye to one another while 'working it'.
~ Disembarking one plane and the other, them to the hotel, Mary through the airport.
The fire-dancers start to spin, the production takes exaggerated quality, dancers seeming possessed in their undulations, by the end a show from another world.
To the fire-breathers.
~ Clyde throws Bonnie laughing to the bed and mounts her with a kiss.
X O
As our world twists into theirs ~
The angels slam to the ground in landing before an army of beasts, a massive arch-demon leading them from, while behind them the creation looms drawing sword and walking hard for battle.
~ While in our world Nunya's apartment is getting raided by a tactical squad, the lights go out, they switch to infrared.
The demon roars his rage and charges back, stomping through his relativistic tinies. While the creation feet kick them aside. Tzadkiel appearing here and there at once as they fall, Samael blinds them with light, Sachiel tears them in thorns.
~ A cop switches to NV and spots her crouched in a ceiling corner, she hisses and leaps to static out.
Anael brews the storm striking with lightning, Gabriel shrieks the world to their needed shapes clearing a broad street between the charging giants, they clash.
~ One by one until the disco lights of automatic fire in the dark ...
A sweep with Michael's sword clears a path through the demonic army, Raphael watches and walks away.
~ The last falls dead from her grip, his neck from her teeth.
The creation spots the beast unarmed and throws the sword into the ground and swings a fist. They brawl across the streets until all are fallen, the creation roaring his victory with a deep ringing bell back into the changing back world.
(song over)
~ Nunya turns on the light ...
Bursts out laughing at the sight, "oh fuck. okay." Pulls her phone. ... "Hey yeah it's me. So ... what do you think about moving again ?" Waits for it ... "I know ..."
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Mary - On the phone, "Seems like we have a different definition of looking the other way."
Nickels - "Are you serious ? He told his fucking wife where he was going."
Mary - "Are you serious ?"
Nickels - "Yeah they're ... never mind. I didn't call that squad and I did try to call it off. But you know. She's banging the commissioner."
Mary - "That I did know. Just didn't expect him to check in with her so directly."
Nickels - "Yeah apparently that's a 'healthy ...' whatever."
Mary - "So how's your wife."
Nickels - "What wife. Thanks for asking. Now what are we doin' here ?"
Mary - (in the airport lobby) "Buying tax free cigarettes for the baby."
Nickels - "Jesus Christ."
Mary - Actually paying for a shitty sandwich and some candy bars, "And what you're doing, is going on a hunting trip."
Nickels - "And ?"
Mary - "And ?"
Nickels - "And ... you don't have shit on me anymore. So ... "
Mary - "Oh I totally still have shit on you. You're a serial rapist and murderer. Fuck me around and it becomes a known fact." Texts pictures.
Nickels - "Jesus ... "
Mary - "Fact is I'm probably gonna kill ya when I'm done with ya so for as long as you stay useful, at least you'll be well paid."
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Nickels - "You know what little girl ? I think you're all alone on a tiny ass little island with about as much patrol as a Jersey sewer. So what I'm going to do is settle you right now. On my fucking way."
Mary - "Counting on it." Hangs up and starts devouring candy.