EXT. CITY STREETS, EVENING

  The four of them stumble through the streets, looking for signs of Rogue Angels, and alike. Del's "zombified" look is drawing a lot of attention. He limps, and groans, not enjoying this half-life he's been forced to endure. People rush out of his way, screaming as soon as they spot him amidst the group.

  Pedestrian: What is that? Something's wrong with him!

  Pedestrian 2: Oh my God, somebody help him!

  Dylan shuts off all noise and light around himself and Pedestrian 2. He raises himself to ridiculous height, and literally burns with an infinite fury.

  Dylan: Don't take the lord's name in vain!

  The spell is released, and Dylan continues to walk with the rest. Pedestrian 2 throws up in the street. Blade sees this.

  Blade: Maybe we should hide Del a bit better.

  Dylan: Del's fine. I like the terror element, anyway.

  Robert: No! Blade's right. We should hide him. I mean, Dylan, what were we just talking about?

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  Dylan: I have no idea.

  Robert: We might be mortal! This includes you!

  Dylan: I don't think the humans stand much of a chance against us.

  Robert: They still pose a threat. I want you to remember that.

  Dylan: Yeah, yeah, I got it.

  Del stops up again, and turns around, still dripping blood from his mouth, and neck.

  Del: Up here.

  Robert: Another Rogue Angel?

  Del: Yes, he's a decorated vet. He thinks of himself as this great knight, but he's no more a knight than I am. Kills, or captures on command, just like the rest.

  Dylan: Gosh, I miss that.

  Blade: You're doing that right now!

  Dylan: (scoffs) Won't get any recognition though, will I? Not unless we actually make a name for ourselves again, bringing these Rogues to justice.

  Blade: What about me? Am I gonna screw anything up by helping you?

  Dylan: Like I said, there's very little surveillance. (smiles) I can take credit if you really, really want me to.

  Blade: I'd just like you to remember what I've done.

  Dylan: Yeah, sure, you killed a guy that we just reanimated. Real impressive...

  Blade: It still worked, Dylan. I also remember you're not supposed to reanimate.

  Dylan: I may have stretched that part.

  Robert stares angrily at Dylan.

  Robert shakes his head.

  Dylan: We really shouldn't, you're right, but not everyone follows our rules.

  Blade: Well, either way, I'm gonna help you with this next guy, too.

  Dylan doesn't speak for a moment.

  Dylan: I appreciate it, Blade. Not many humans that would come along for this...

  Del limps and scrapes his way along the sidewalk, followed closely by the other three. The people continue to scatter around them. In a distant corner, someone contacts another on their phone, under an umbrella near a pool...