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Title: A Stranger Destiny Part 2: Leonardo Quick Stop
Author: Taylor Jameson
Fandom: Kevin Smith Movie XO (Dogma, Mallrats and Clerks)
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating: NC-17 for violent acts.
Summary: The plot thickens when two ex-angels return to have revenge.
Archive: With the others
Email: taylorjameson@yahoo.com
Series/Sequel: Part 2 of the A Stranger Destiny series
Web Page: http://www.anglefire.com/az2/taylorjameson
Disclaimer: The universe and characters within it belong to Kevin Smith, I'm only playing in it.
Warnings: Violence, Drug use

Date: 6/16/2000
"They're probably fucking right now." Brodie shook his head as they walked the length of the mall looking for their girlfriends.

"Why don't you just go back there and ask them if it's so damn important to you!" T.S. stopped, yelling at Brodie in front of a crowd of passers by.

Brodie turned and smiled at the group as they hurried past, and then he angrily looked at T.S. "I don't understand why you're taking this so easily...I think we're going fucking nuts...disappearing reappearing people, the voice of God!" He threw up his arms, "And they're telling us that Jay and Silent Bob are meant to be together!"

"Just get over it." T.S. rolled his eyes and started walking again.

Brodie watched T.S. walk away, then caught up to him. "I'm perfectly over it, I'm just saying that its...frankly...disturbing!"

T.S. stopped again, "Look, if you can't handle it, then I suppose you can just back out."

"I can handle it! I'm just saying that it hurts my brain!" Brodie watched as T.S. walked away, then caught up to him. "I don't even know what we're supposed to do now."

T.S. shrugged, "My guess is that we wait."

"Actually..." Rufus appeared in front of the guys again, "We should talk."

"How..uh..." Brodie tried not to act surprised at the fact that a guy just materialized and nobody nearby seemed to care.

"They can't see me." Rufus explained. "Now, let's get to a better place before they start thinking you're nuts."

T.S. nodded and Brodie followed reluctantly as Rufus took them back to the same bathroom.

"Now, you guys..." Rufus shook his head, as if suddenly disturbed again, "You did it. You actually succeeded in getting them together. Of course, I'm sure the load of help we gave didn't hurt."

"You didn't help us!" Brodie threw his head back.

Rufus moved to argue, but knew it was a fight he couldn't win without breaking several codes of conduct. "Either way, you two are pretty much done."

"Well, don't we get a reward or something?" Brodie smiled.

Rufus shook his head slightly. "Believe me, you'll be repaid."

T.S. interjected, "Well, saving the fate of humanity is a reward in its own..."

"Oh, it's far from over." Rufus replied. "You guys just got the easy stuff."

T.S. didn't quite know what to say. "When are you going to tell us what their destiny is?"

Rufus shrugged. "Honestly," he leaned in close, "you don't want to know. Believe me, you'd be better off if you didn't."

T.S. lifted an eyebrow, "Is it that bad?"

"Let's just say that some things are best left in the hands of those that can handle them." Rufus replied, and then was gone in a flash of soft light.

"This just gets weirder and weirder..." Brodie shook his head.

"I wonder what's so terrible..." T.S. started.

"Look, I wouldn't even worry about it. The guy's probably just screwing with us so he doesn't have to tell us that it's none of our damn business."

"But still..." T.S. was baffled.

"Lets just go find our women, then hope the power comes back soon." Brodie suddenly became the voice of reason.

T.S. shrugged slightly, "If you insist..."

* * * * *

Jay began to come awake; he could feel his skin against bare skin. Soft, pillowy skin. Then he felt the familiar coat that had been pulled over him. Realizing that he had fallen asleep against Silent Bob and that the events had not been a dream, he snuggled up closer to the man. He could hear a muted heart beat.

Bob smiled gently and put out his cig, then ran his hands over Jay's long blonde hair where it clung to both their previously sweaty bodies. Now slightly chilled, he decided they should probably put some clothes on before the power returned. "Jay..." He whispered softly.

Jay heard his name resonating in Bob's chest cavity and was momentarily amused, then looked up with a relaxed expression.

"Clothes." Bob moved his hands to hold Jay's sharply angled chin.

Jay let a large, relaxed grin slither across his face, then pulled away from the comfortable and warm embrace to gather his clothing.

Bob smirked as he picked up his Jay's t-shirt, then noticed a small rip by the neck, "Me?"

Jay laughed and caught the t-shirt as it was tossed at him. "Fuck...I guess both of us really got into it."

Bob shrugged as he pulled his clothes on. "It was great..."

Jay grinned. "Of course, with me there what do you expect? I am a fuckin' sex god!"

Bob rolled his eyes as he looked away -- the Jay attitude was back...but it was a little easier to stomach.

As Jay pulled on his knit hat and Bob slid into his long coat, Rufus appeared in the elevator.

"Yo, whassup?" Jay grinned.

Rufus pushed aside the haunting memory of the duo having sex, "I take it things went well?"

Bob smirked, "I figured you were behind it all along."

"Bombiggity, nooch!" Jay turned a happy circle, "whose idea was the music?"

"Actually, that was God's idea." Rufus shrugged.

"Bitchin." Jay bobbed his head, "So you and God watched us fuck, huh? Talk about fuckin' kinky shit..."

Bob's eyes danced with silent laughter as Jay elbowed him lightly.

Rufus rolled his eyes and changed the subject, "Either way; we've got something else we need you to do."

Jay suddenly got a serious look on his face, "You mean like a mission?"

"Yeah, kind of." Rufus shrugged. "We need you to meet up with...someone."

Jay looked to Bob and both shrugged in agreement. "Okay, we don't have anything better to do. Who do we need to fuckin' hook up with?"

"I..." Rufus lied, "I don't know. They'll know you when they see you."

"Where are we going?" Bob spoke up.

"Are you familiar with a place called The Quick Stop?" Rufus asked.

"That shithole the next town over!" Jay was slightly disappointed. "I thought this whole prophets thing would at fuckin' least get us to Florida!"

"Hey, just go there, okay. I promise, you'll go a whole lot farther than that." Rufus replied. "Either way, you will be meeting with them later tonight, so you have time to...take a shower or something."

Bob sniffed himself, then Jay and shrugged. "Okay, but this better be good."

"We can only hope." Rufus waved, then was gone again in a flash.

Jay shrugged as the lights came on and the elevator once again began to move. "Let's hit the casa..."

* * * * *

"You have to pay for that, you know?" Dante Hicks looked up disdainfully from his magazine as he heard a glass jar breaking in one of the back aisles.

"Oh, I'm sorry." A tall dark haired man stepped out into view, a sarcastic smile gracing his lips, "Did you hear that Loki? The man says we have to pay for knocking over the jar of pickles."

A shorter blondish man stepped into view next. "Really Bartleby..." he approached the counter, "I am quite sorry for the accident. See, my friend and I are a little...edgy...and we're waiting for a few friends that are scheduled to arrive."

"Shh...Loki, don't give it all away." Bartleby shook his head as if he were a mother scolding a child, or perhaps a jesting lover.

Loki grinned, "Oops, I've revealed our plot." He pulled out his rather large gun and pointed it at the clerk. "Now I'm afraid I have to take you in the back and tie you up."

Dante swallowed, something about the hint of sadism in the man's voice mingled with the large gun that was currently pointed at his head. In a desperate moment he knocked over the phone and leaned on the speed dial.

"Tsk...tsk." Bartleby stepped up beside Loki. "There will be no trying to call in the authorities, Dante, we're doing this for your benefit."

A shudder of fear ran through Dante and he prayed he had hit a number, any number. He decided to push his luck, "What do you want? I'll give you anything...just don't shoot."

Loki let out a light laugh and waved the gun around Carelessly. "Oh; I'll shoot you if I want to..."

"Loki..." Bartleby scolded again. "He's an innocent."

"So?" Loki turned to his counterpart. "We're going to fuck over God anyway, we may as well take down a few with us..."

"Shh..." Bartleby pushed a slim finger to Loki's lips. "We can't get caught yet...it could mean the end for us..."

Loki rolled his eyes in submission, then pointed the gun back at the still paralyzed Dante.

"What we want is simple." Bartleby said as he shrugged. "World domination, or maybe just a fun ride to where we would end up anyway." He looked to Dante. "From you, friend, all I want to know is where I can find two guys...but you know too much."

"Hey..." Dante's voice quivered; "I'm not one to pass judgment...I'm sure I could find some guys..."

"We're not looking for a lay..." Bartleby's voice dropped to a dull purr and he brought his lips to Dante's ear and whispered, "yet."

A small shudder passed through Dante. "Well who are you looking for?"

"Oh, you don't know most of them...but we can wait." Loki's sadistic grin refused to fade. "Bartleby, why don't you watch our new friend while I go rustle up a welcome party?"

Bartleby smiled and took the gun as Loki returned to the back of the store. "With pleasure."

Dante tried to smile, but felt a pang of despair when he realized the number hadn't dialed and the tone of the open line echoed in his brain. As he watched the darker looking man lean against a shelf, the gun pointed right at Dante's forehead, he prayed that some one, even Randal would be in soon.

* * * * *

Jay let out a whistle as he slammed open the door to the small apartment he shared with Bob. Then he waltzed in. "And all is even within the force."

Bob smirked and watched Jay slide out of his hat and jacket, tossing them on the beat-up couch. "Smoke a bowl?"

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout..." Jay grinned and headed toward the back of the place to fetch the pot.

Bob let out a silent laugh and picked up Jay's discarded outerwear and hung them up with his own. Though he hated to admit it, it felt good to be home.

Jay returned with a freshly loaded pipe and slumped onto the couch beside Bob. In an instant he fired up his trusty lighter and inhaled deeply.

Bob then in turn accepted the smoke.

Feeling the slight tingling in his hands, signaling a significant high, Jay set the pipe aside and relaxed on the old couch. Then, after a moment's silence he dug into his pants pocket and produced a small penknife. "Look, Bob...I know how you feel about weapons...but..." He looked down at his hands, "I have a bad feeling about something, and I want you to carry this."

Bob sighed and accepted the small knife. Then he spoke, "Do you think Bethany's in trouble? Is that why they're sending us on a mission..."

Jay shrugged and snuggled up to Silent Bob, "Honestly?"

Bob nodded, his eyes watering a little.

Jay frowned and looked away. "Yeah. I think something big is going down."

"And they need us to stop it..." Bob continued, the thought had been in his mind since the whole prophet thing set in.

"Or to clean up afterward." Jay reached for the pipe and smoked what little remained in the small load.

Bob swallowed, then looked to the crooked digital clock on top of what passed for their dining room table. "Its almost 6."

"Well snoochies, looks like we have a bus to catch." The now much more mellow, almost melancholy, Jay shrugged, slowly standing up.

Bob nodded and readied for the short trip ahead.

* * * * *

The Metatron took a glance around, then hesitantly let Bethany wander off to check out a nearby bookstore. In a hurry, he bolted across the street to where Rufus sat at an outdoor cafe. "So, what is so important that we had to miss the train to meet you here?"

Rufus let out a long, warbling sigh, "Um...well, its like this. We fucked up. Big time."

"Oh God..." Metatron grew even paler than usual, "How bad?"

"Bartleby and Loki are mortal, mostly, and back on Earth." Rufus began to answer.

"Oh my..." Metatron began to tremble.

"It gets worse." Rufus let out another breath, "Azreal is still alive and in alliance with them."

"Fuck. No, no. Azreal is gone, dead, whatever you want to call it." Metatron shook his head, "We were *there*."

"Have you ever heard of the concept of avatars? Projected selves..." Rufus shrugged helplessly.

"Shit...fuck...shit." Metatron began to break down. "How could we have missed this? We're going to...I don't know, but something bad is going to happen..."

"I think they're going after the prophets..." Rufus finally got the root of the problem.

"Where are the prophets?" Metatron tried to push the fact that both he and Rufus were now doomed out of his mind.

"I sent them to a little place the next town over. A convenience store called The Quick Stop. There they will rendezvous with Serendipity and she will take them to...the temple." Rufus finished the plan.

Metatron nodded. "Do you think Bartleby and Loki have already caught up to them?"

Rufus shrugged. "We can only hope they havn't."

"Yes..." Metatron ran a hand over his eyes. "How exactly are we going to break this one to Her?"

"Bethany or God?"

"God...I don't plan on telling Bethany...this would only upset her."

"Well..." Rufus leaned in close to whisper, "For now, lets just keep this to ourselves...I think we can keep it under control."

Metatron took the information in and tried to process the terrible news. Then, as Bethany came trotting up, Rufus made himself gone.

"Are you okay?" Bethany practically radiated happiness.

Metatron nodded. "Come on, lets go see when we can catch the next train."

* * * * *

Dante could feel his pulse racing and didn't dare look away from Bartleby's face. He knew that even the slightest move could be fatal.

"So, I suppose you're one of *their* friends." Bartleby tried to make conversation.

"Who?" Dante tried not to make an expression.

Bartleby cracked an ironic smile, "You really don't know what's going on, do you?"

"I just want to live through this." Dante pushed the line a little.

"Well Dante Hicks, to be honest I don't want to kill you. The very thought of spreading your brains over this nice white floor almost sickens me." Bartleby smiled as Dante looked a little sick to his stomach. "Unfortunately, my associate doesn't feel the same way."

Suddenly, the door came open and the little bell at the top jingled. "Did I come at a bad time?" Randal stepped through the door.

"Shit Randal, run for the cops!" Dante yelled, looking out the corner of his eyes at the other man.

"Oh no, I don't think so." Bartleby pointed the large gun toward the new arrival. "Tsk, tsk Dante...I thought we were just becoming friends? Now you want the authorities involved?"

Loki returned from the back room. "Well, looks like we have more company than expected."

"I'm sure one more couldn't hurt..." Bartleby gave a wry smile and lifted an eyebrow at Randal, sliding his finger up around the bottom of the long barrel.

"What the hell is going on?" Randal's voice was showing his definite fear.

"Well Dante, why don't you just tell your little friend what's going on..." Loki smirked.

"They're looking for someone." Dante replied shortly.

"Well, I do know these hustler friends of Jay's..." Randal began.

"We're not looking for sex!" Bartleby moved his finger back to the trigger.

"Well..." Loki saddle up beside his friend, "It wouldn't hurt...I mean, its been a while."

"Shut up." Bartleby didn't dare look away from Dante and Randal. "You mentioned this guy, Jay...what does he look like?"

"Skinny, stoner type. Long blonde hair, knit cap. Always tries to buy cigs with no money." Dante answered.

"Always with that other guy, Silent Bob." Randal added.

A large grin covered Bartleby's face, "You two may come in more handy than I thought."

Loki stepped past Bartleby and hopped the counter, a large roll of packing tape in one hand. "I think it's time we put them...under wraps."

"Much agreed." Bartleby nodded, "Tape them together...they can pass the time by trying to think up an escape plan."

Dante grumbled slightly as his wrists were taped to Randal's so they faced each other, then he was forced to walk backwards to the freezer.

"I think they need to chill out..." Loki grinned.

"Bad pun..." Bartleby shook his head. "Clich? place to put them too...but it works."

Dante sighed as Loki waved and shut the door, locking them in.

"Well this sucks." Randal sat down cross-legged, taking Dante down with him.

"What the hell were you thinking? Couldn't you see him before you came in?" Dante was in that emotional stage between scared shitless and pumped up with anger and adrenaline.

"I wasn't paying attention." Randal started trying to pull out of the tape.

"Well that's painfully obvious." Dante replied harshly. As Randal continued to struggle, Dante looked out the clear doors and saw the pair sipping on booze and rifling through skin mags.

"Dante, this may not have occurred to you," Randal sighed, "But we're kind of in a bad situation here."

Dante felt his frustration growing, "Uh, duh Randal!" He tried to calm himself; "We're probably just going to sit here until they decide to kill us or whatever!"

"Take a deep breath and count backwards from 20." Randal instructed, taking charge for once in his life.

"What?" Dante was confused.

"Just do it."

Dante decided to humor the other man and closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "20-19-18-17-" He continued to count and felt the tape loosening and his hands slipping free. "5-4-3-2-1." His eyes came open.

Quickly, Randal ripped off the tape.

Dante let out a yelp, then in amazement asked, "How the hell did you do that?"

"Well, there was this one time when I got taped to a bed naked and..." Randal began.

"Um, you may want to finish this idea later." Dante looked to the door as it came open and Loki sauntered in.

"Well hello there." Loki smiled, "I don't think we've been properly introduced." He took Randal's now free hand. "We figured you be able to get out of that pretty quick...of course, *I'm* not into that kinky bondage stuff like he is."

Randal lowered his eyes to slits, "I'm Randal."

"You're pretty..." Loki grinned, then turned to Dante. "But I think you're closer to what I want...a little more masculine, probably never been touched by a man before."

Bartleby slumped against the open door heavily, "Good enough for you?"

Loki smirked and looked to his acquaintance as Bartleby propped the door open with a box of pickled eggs. "I think I like the chubby one better."

Bartleby slid the gun into the waistband of his tight blue jeans, then walked up to the petrified Randal and clasped him by the shoulders. He liked the slender one, easier to dominate. "I think I can agree to that..." He pushed the smaller man to his knees and thrust his crotch into the man's face.

Loki ran his hands up Dante's shirt as the man quivered slightly. Then, he dug his nails down the untainted back, "Lets see if we can get rid of a little bit of that purity."

* * * * *

Jay slid into the seat beside Bob, acknowledging the few familiar faces and trying to be menacing in general.

After a few moments however, Bob felt something amiss, "Does everything look okay up front?"

Jay gave Bob a quizzical look, then looked to the front just in time to see a long line of traffic.

The driver came over the loudspeaker, "Uh, I'm afraid there's been a...more than slight delay..."

* * * * *

Dante shivered as a voice boomed into the freezer, Bartleby and Loki were almost ready to have their fun.

"Boys, boys." The voice commanded, "If you even touch those innocents again I will personally see to it that you...avatars included...are castrated, got it?"

Bartleby pushed Randal to the floor, "Come on Azreal." He spoke to the ceiling, "It's been a long time...for both of us, I know you understand what it's like..."

"Yeah." Loki chimed in, running a lax finger over Dante's profile, "We have needs too, you know."

"Take care of the prophets and the scion *first*, then fun." The voice boomed. "I'm watching you."

Bartleby looked to the captives with contempt, "You're lucky...consider yourselves spared...for now."

Loki let out a small laugh, "Lets go find something to take our minds off it..."

Then they left, once again letting the door close behind them to lock the pair inside.

Dante slid into a laying position on the cold floor, then curled up into a ball. Soon, he felt Randal crawl up beside him.

Randal could already feel the cold tears of fear welling up inside him. Giving himself up to fear, he cuddled up beside his friend. "Before I die..." Randal whispered, looking into Dante's dark eyes, "I want you to know that...I love you."

Dante swallowed, as cliche as the moment was, he knew it was an honest confession. "I know."

Together, they cried.

* * * * *

Jay and Silent Bob, after an all too-long bus ride finally arrived outside the Quick Stop.

"Wait..." Bob held a hand to Jay's chest. "Something isn't right."

"Chill Tubs, I'm sure all's good..." Jay stepped around the outstretched arm and opened the door.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. As Jay quickly walked in, knowing Bob was on his heels, he saw Loki first.

Loki jumped to his feet as the duo entered, then panicked and looked to Bartleby. "Do it!"

A terrified look came over Jay's face as he looked to the darker man.

Bartleby stood up, sliding the large gun out of the waistband of his jeans, then pointed it at Jay.

Bob entered and moved to be in front of Jay, he knew the ex-angel was about to shoot.

But it was too late, the gun fired, sending a loud boom throughout the convenience store.

Jay was hit...he felt the hard hit in his shoulder and let out an earth shattering cry as he fell back against the freezer case. It burned, it hurt, everything hurt.

Bob's eyes grew large as he saw his friend, his lover, his *Jay* sliding to the floor, leaving a long smear of blood on the glass. Then, he snapped. Pulling out the small penknife Jay had given him only an hour before, he attacked the shooter.

Bartleby was taken off guard by the large man's response and before he could swing the gun around, Bob threw him to the ground.

Loki stood in stunned silence as the second prophet attacked, then looked to where the first lay slumped against the freezer.

Jay felt the white-hot pain in his whole body, he knew there was something, some kind of fight going on. Silently, he prayed Bob was kicking the motherfucker's ass.

* * * * *

Dante pulled his weeping friend closer, the confession lost on his ears, that's when he heard the gunshot. In an instant he stood and looked through the clear doors, seeing only a trail of blood. Then, he saw the large figure surge forward and pounce on the darker man while the blonde stood by, showing no emotion.

"What happened?" Randal was standing up.

"Someone just got shot...and I think Silent Bob is attacking the darker one." Dante swallowed and replied.

"Jay." Randal looked down, realizing that Jay had probably been the one shot.

"Fuck!" Dante backed away as he saw the front door come open and a scream ripped through the air.

* * * * *

"Bob! Get Jay out of here!" Serendipity burst in, pulling a handgun and pointing it at Loki.

Bob was in berserk mode, in one motion he plunged the short knife into Bartleby's chest, aiming for anything vital.

Loki was almost in a trance. He stared at the streak of blood, subconsciously noting the captives in the freezer, but the blood seemed to draw him in.

Bob snarled, his lips curling in a cruel expression. Then, he saw the blonde one move. In a motion he slammed Bartleby's head on the floor, leaving the knife sticking in his body. Then, he took off after Loki.

Serendipity watched in horror as Bob, apparently now in a near psychotic rampage, came up behind Loki and grab him, throwing the smaller man into a Pepsi display. "Bob!"

Bob heard the muse's voice, but ignored it as he picked Loki back up and threw him to the other side of the store.

"I give! Don't hurt me..." Loki fell to his knees.

Bob saw the glint of fear in the ex-angel's eyes, then applied his boot to the kneeling man's side, sending him sprawling on the floor. Then, his bloodlust slightly sated, he went to his fallen lover's side.

"Take him to the car." Serendipity didn't take her eyes off Bartleby, swinging the gun towards him as he began to move.

Bob didn't even look up to acknowledge the muse. Over run by adrenaline, he picked up the bleeding man as if cradling a child. "It will be okay," he cooed softly into Jay's ear as he backed out the door to where Serendipity had left her car.

The muse lowered her eyes to slits, then opened them wide in shock as Bartleby began to flicker. "What the hell..."

Loki stood, wiping away a small line of blood on his lip, then started to laugh a deep rumbling laugh.

"Azrael..." Serendipity growled as Bartleby joined in the laughter. "Sending avatars...how juvenile."

"We have to do what we have to do," Bartleby said, smirking.

"How could you two fall in league with him?" The muse pursed her lips.

"Oh, how to answer..." Bartleby paced, "Loki, would you take this one?"

"Certainly." Loki swaggered up, running a finger through the trail of Jay's blood on the plasti-glass. "Pure, simple, revenge." He smirked, "God pissed us off...she could have given us another chance...but no...she had to send us on an all-expenses-paid trip to Hell."

Bartleby shrugged, "Nothing like the news that you've been sentenced to eternal damnation to really ruin an afterlife."

"So, we hooked up with one of the most genius guys we knew..." Loki smirked. "Your old friend...what's his name again?"

"Azreal's dead..." Serendipity backed closer to the door, not sure who posed more of a threat at the moment.

"Tsk...tsk...don't you get it?" Bartleby saddled up to the counter by the register. "His *avatar* died. You don't really think he's stupid enough to come up here himself, do you?"

Serendipity had to admit that the ex-angel's had a point. "You don't have to do this."

Bartleby flickered even more, his projected image's flesh melting away, "Oh, I know."

Loki grinned sadistically. "This is just too fun to pass up."

"And since we both appear to be...melting..." Bartleby came closer and touched a hand to his flickering friend, "I think you may just get away alive...but we'll get to you."

"No you won't. Where we'll be, no harm could befall...anyone." Serendipity's eyes flared with a half fear, half anger.

"Oh, don't worry." Loki smirked as Bartleby flickered away, knowing he would soon follow. "We'll find you before you reach the temple..."

* * * * *

Randal and Dante watched Bob carry out the wounded Jay, then saw the woman nervously waving around the gun. Then they heard the voice behind them.

"Don't be afraid." Rufus appeared behind the duo. "I'm a good guy."

Dante wheeled around, his jaw hanging open. "Who are you?"

"That's not important." Rufus continued quickly, "I need both of you to do something to help Jay."

Randal turned slowly, then asked morosely, "He's dead, isn't he?"

Rufus shook his head, "Not yet. Now this is going to sound crazy..." he pulled a rosary out of his jacket pocket, then placed the necklace in Dante's hands. "I need two lovers of pure heart to pray..."

"We're not lovers...." Randal began to protest.

"You love each other, its close enough." Rufus rolled his eyes in slight frustration.

"Actually..." Dante spoke up.

"Don't argue with me." Rufus grumbled, frustrated. "You two can sort out this mess later, but right now I need you to pray!"

Randal and Dante held the beads between them, then Randal spoke, "What should we pray for?"

"Pray for Jay...for yourselves, for anything." Rufus replied, then as the duo closed their eyes and began to silently pray, he exercised his limited power and walked through the heavy door, then pushed it open, setting a box against it discretely so Randal and Dante could escape.

He arrived just in time to see Loki disappear and Serendipity lower the gun, sighing in exhausted frustration.

"Rufus, where the fuck have you been?" She growled.

"Well, as you have noticed there have been some slight complications to the plan." Rufus replied sarcastically.

"No shit." Serendipity placed the weapon in a hidden hip holster.

"Where's Jay?" Rufus came back to the important part.

"Fuck!" Serendipity ran out and slid behind the wheel of the car, thankful Bob had popped open the door.

"He's dying..." Bob tried to hold his composure.

"Oh no he's not." Rufus slid into the backseat as Serendipity started up the car, "Not like this.."

*****
To be continued...
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