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Aeron seemed to be on board with this plan now. He had this look on his face like a sexy Mr. Burns fromThe Simpsons.
“Wedon’t carry guns, but they don’t know that. We’ll just strap them on and distribute them once we’re inside.”
It was a good plan, but it definitely had holes. I didn’t think they wanted everyone to know they were angels, which meant no zapping people.
“How exactly do you plan on getting all those people away from the cathedral and safely back to the resistance?”
Dice just shrugged.
“Steal a pedo van. I’m sure we can find one.”
“And gas?”
“I have some stockpiled back in Florida. Angel pockets, remember?”
I glared at Asher as he rolled his eyes, but he recovered.
“I know where to get the van. I’ll approach Pepper and the others tomorrow. Someone is going to have to take out the Bubbas around the church once we’re inside.”
Aeron cracked his knuckles.
“Leave that part to me.”
Those assholes weren’t going to know what hit them.
Chapter 10
T
he Horsemen didn’t dilly dally when it came to saving the world. They didn’t spend ages in the Washington Monument perfecting their plan or going over any and all possible scenarios. They decided what they were going to do, and now we were doing it.
It honestly didn’t bother me. Following them into battle without having endless discussions about it, it just felt natural. I could remember that this was how I’d lived my life before things went to shit. I’d get an idea, and I’d just do it. Thinking about anything that could possibly go wrong would drive you crazy. It was why people didn’t go for their dreams.
I’d probably still be working retail, dealing with Karens, and hating my manager if I’d worried about every little thing involved in opening my own tattoo studio. It was scary and a lot of work. The paperwork for the loans was thicker than some filthy fiction I enjoyed reading. I did it anyway, and in the same way I now trusted we would succeed at the cathedral, no matter what happened.
Daria, Pepper, and their girls didn’t know they were angels. They hadn’t seen Aeron and Leif in action as I had. None of them knew Aeron could kill every single person at the cathedral with just his light. They didn’t know nearly the amount I did about these four men.
But they had been around Asher while I was in a coma. They knew Leif made a vaccine, and they knew these four men had killed every single Rage Head in the world. And that was enough for them. They didn’t need the dirty details. They were ready to get their friends.
Asher knew precisely where this creepy van had run out of gas on the road. I wouldn’t even have parked near this thing before the apocalypse. It looked like the kind of van people got abducted in and were then either sold into sex slavery, or woke up in a tub of ice missing a kidney.
I one hundred percentdid notwant to get in that thing, even with friends. There was a dead Rage Head in the driver’s seat, and I guessed there were more corpses in the back. The dead Rage Head was partially decomposed and… juicy. It made this sickening squelching noise that made me want to heave when Aeron yanked him out of the van. The keys were still in the ignition.
Dice handed Leif a tank of gas from his stash and went to check the back of the van. The squeal Dice let out when he looked inside told me I was wrong about there being dead bodies back there.
I peered over his shoulder. The back of the van was full of soundboards and musical equipment. Didn’t most people that had vans like this for their bands paint them, so they didn’t look like sex offenders?
“Do youknowwhat I could do with this shit? I’m bringing all this back with me.”
Aeron stepped up behind me.
“Oh, fuck. It’s Dice’s wet dream. He’s probably got enough in that van to save the world.”
“You know it.”
“Oh, man. I have an ex that would kill for that guitar,” Pepper said. “He was an amazing musician, but a huge asshole. His music wasn’t good enough that I’d consider it a loss that a Rage Head ate him, though.”
Daria came up next to her and slung her arm around Pepper’s shoulder.
