[AgentZero]

Agent Zero looks over and the recent arrival and grins rather lopsidedly (as one would expect from someone who's ingested two Galactic Cores in the last few hours). A large crowd has gathered around Jack Smith, ostensibly due to the fact that demons do not seem fond of his aura. However, no one seems to have noticed the Archangel Gabriel standing by Jack's shoulder. Zero chuckles quietly.

"Silly rabbit, Tricks are for kids- I mean, Fools! I've got both sides doing as I say!"

WHAM!

Bodies go flying everywhere, and Jack Smith sails clear across the Won Ton, ricochets off the Sallega tank and smacks into the Praetorian grill with a sickening crunch. Strategia races to Jack's side and begins waving smelling salts in front of his nose.
Meanwhile, Agent Zero leaps to his feat and glares angrily at Gabriel, who stares abashedly at his angelic feet.

"DO! WHAT! I! SAY! DID I SAY DO THAT! WHAT I SAY! WHAT- Hold on, I gotta wizz."

Hours pass....

"-I! SAY! Now go to your room and think about what you did!"

Gabriel obediantly rises towards the heavens. Zero stumbles over to Jack, holds up three fingers and asks Jack how many he sees.
"Eight," comes the immediate reply.
Zero studies his hand for a few moment. "Correct. Now. I'm gonna have another wizz, then I'm going back to the Bar & Grill for a while. Too loud in here. And turn down those lights!"

As he departs, a cold shiver runs through the Won Ton patrons, for they are all thinking the same thing. Soon... In a matter of hours, the man who controls the powers of both celestial light and darkness... Is going to have a hangover.