45/XLV-C. A Test Of Faith (Mastered)

A tiny, thin, high-pitched sound echoed at the empty hallways of the courtroom as Michael turned his head and his eyes from one corner to another.

The angel snuck in the building and phased through the walls to check the security of the courtroom, and any lapses there maybe on Ziek’s plan to transport the responsible party for that explosion – Jamison Pauls.

“Are you growing weary?” Eon whispered from beneath his armor.

“No.” Michael looked down as he walked beyond the corridors of the courtroom.

“But why fuzz here?” His voice rattling and itching to get out.

“I just wanted to get away… and here is the first place that I have thought of.” He answered telepathically.

He swung open the door, still invisible to the human eye, and raised his eyes to the statue of the ‘lady justice’ in the middle of the room.

“Do you think Raguel will come?” He directed his eyes in the judge’s navel sitting atop the podium in front of the courtroom.