Trying to get useful information out of an angel was about as easy as hanging wallpaper with one arm tied behind your knees.
Go ahead. Try it once, you’ll see what I mean.
The wallpaper thing, I mean. It’s still easier than talking to angels. Closed-mouthed fuckers, the lot of them.
Seriously, I think Azreal only handed out his messenger feathers so he could play “Let’s frustrate the bejeezus out of Patsy”, & have fun stories to tell his angel buddies at the holy water cooler later about how many colors my face turned while he refused to answer my questions with straight-forward replies.
So, here I was, back in the the mortal world, in the good ole “loony bin”, with little more than some vague hints & pointed glances to go forward.
“I know, I know, another job, right? What is it this time? Smack down in the rec room? Someone choke on their midnight meds?”
“Uhhh…I’m not really sure. I haven’t looked, I was just told to send you to the East Wing of Third Floor. Lockdown.”
“You haven’t looked? Really?”
“No. I was told to send you, and that you’d need to go quiet.”
Oh….Hell…that was never good…
Going quiet meant incorporeal and invisible.
It didn’t actually take much for me to flip the switch, but it felt all kinds of messed up, considering I was supposed to be using a physical body on this tour of duty, but…whatever. It was just a matter of mind over, ya know? Then, up two floors, and down the hall, to the big locked doors.
Which, in my incorporeal state, really shouldn’t have proposed much of an issue…
Except, I couldn’t get through them.
Locked steel doors <incorporeal person… Normally, no problemo.
Ugh, fine. Windows R Us.
Floating through the wall to the outside was nothing, around the corner to the mesh-screened windows, was easier than nothing.
Getting through the windows?
Stopped. Flat-out, fucking banned from entry?
You’ve GOT to be kidding me!
I reached out & felt towards the building, my “fingers” stopping mere inches from the glass -there – a barrier.
Someone, someone magical, had put up a barrier on the Lockdown wing!
I was going to get in there come Hell or high water, but this was going to require a magical lockpick.
And I had just the fiend for the job.
No, don’t autocorrect that. There’s no “r” in fiend.