As Malachi held the slightly injured Anna in his arms, they suddenly felt a multitude of incoming presences approaching at a high speed.
Looking over his shoulder, Malachi found six helicopters steadily approaching the area.
In the center, almost as if it was being protected, there was a white helicopter that looked more like it was designed for carrying civilians than soldiers.
"What the fuck… why is he here…?"
Malachi wasn't sure when Joanne had appeared in the air beside he and Anna, but he wasn't really unsettled by her appearance.
"Friend of yours?"
"Not quite, you brat. Not at all." Joanne muttered.
The white helicopter ca closer and closer to the flying humans until it landed on top of the building closest to them.
After a few seconds, a man stepped out from a door on the side.
Wearing a standard dark blue suit with a white shirt and a tie, he almost looked indistinguishable from a regular salaryman.
He was an older gentleman with skin that had begun to sag a bit in certain places and a head of salt and pepper hair.
His blue eyes and unassuming smile were expertly practiced and perfected; a side effect of having a job that almost relies solely upon your likability to others.
He waived his hand in a friendly manner at the group of three who were still in the sky.
Anna had retracted her wings into her back already, so to him it looked like Malachi had just saved her after she'd gotten injured.
"Does he… want to speak to us?" Malachi asked.
"He does, let's go." Answered Joanne.
"We don't work for him, so why do we have to go??" Anna asked from Mal's arms.
"Because we're all friends and family here, so that ans when I'm miserable you two have to share in it." Joanne said stubbornly.
"I don't know if I like that stipulation."
"Tough shit, you're coming."
Joanne subtly yet forcefully placed her arm on Malachi's shoulder, pushing him down to the rooftop where the president remained waiting.
Once they were in earshot, the well dressed older man started to clap his hands together like he was giving the group a round of applause.
"Incredible, incredible!! We were expecting for there to be a fair amount of monsters left to take care of but it appears as though you didn't need to wait for us!"
At first, he turned towards director Joanne and gave her a hearty handshake. "I'm curious as to why you arrived out here, Mr. President. I don't believe that you are apart of my subjugation and relief team." She said robotically.
"Yes, yes, I'm not but when I got the alert about a gate break at this location I just felt I had to co here for myself and help the people however I could. Two breaks in one state in under a year is practically unheard of, you know?"
Malachi's eyes briefly beca complicated as he realized a fact he hadn't had the ti to think about yet. This was the second gate break to occur and it was in the sa state as the last. Normally, things like this occur every once a year or so and never in the sa place twice. It felt like the world was slowly but surely reaching the end of it's countdown. "But Director, you've been holding out on …" the president said in an accusatory manner.
"Because you didn't tell … that you knew THE Malachi Saint, I an wow! A-And you were one of the young ladies from the gala, I saw you on television!"
Beaming like a giddy eighth grader, the president stuck out both of his hands for both Mal and Anna to shake.
Making niceties, the two of them accepted the handshakes without much thought as the president continued to butter up Mal.
"My daughters are real big fans, you know? They are just going to lose their minds when I tell them that I t their hero in the middle of a battlefield. Think I could get your autograph??"
"Ah… sure. Think you could do one favor first though?"
"Pardon? What's that?"
Malachi made a grabbing gesture with his hands and the wind was filled with sound of several screams before the bodies of several n from the rooftops were yanked up by dark tendrils of shadow.
Sniper guns with bullets specifically designed to kill blessed fell into the water, and thousands of dollars were wasted in an instant.
Malachi was trying his best not to lash out, but this was really too much.
It was lucky that Luna had told him she wanted him to control his emotions better, or else he may have 'accidentally' tossed the president and these n off the roof.
"You can point guns at all you like and it won't faze . But doing it while you see my girls standing here is so shit that I'm not going to let go. Thank your star spangled banner that I haven't killed nobody yet."
'He's so hot when he's like this…' Anna thought dreamily.
"W-Who is your girl, you bastard!!" Joanne roared with a red face.
POW!!
The director punched the young man hard enough to form a dent in his chest, but he of course remained unbothered as he looked at her.
"I didn't an it like that for you. I just ant you're like my hogirl."
"I'm too damn old for you to call sothing like that, Malachi!"
"Would you prefer 'compadre, twin, or bestie for restie' instead?"
"…I swear to god I am going to knock your jaw off your body."
"Hogirl it is then."
"Fuck you."
'They are closer than I thought…'
The president was unsure when he would find a good ti to jump in this conversation as he held his hands up as a show of non aggression.
"Please, I apologize for them. It's just that in the world's current climate they feel that they can never be too safe, you see? They ant no disrespect I assure you."
"Put my guys down, Malachi. I don't want to have to et any wives and families this weekend." Joanne asked.
Mal didn't look like he was about to put the n down until she asked him to, and he lowered all of the soldiers to the rooftop without damaging a hair on their pretty heads.
"That's a good boy." She said sarcastically.
"T-The hell would you call sothing like that for??" He asked.
"You've got cat powers, don't you?" She replied.
"…."
Malachi decided that for the sake of ti he wouldn't debate with Joanne about this any further.
He definitely did not like it when she called him a good boy.
Not at all.
He had truly never hated anything more.
And that is the god's honest truth.
"My, what an amusing relationship the two of you seem to have!" The president said as he tried to move past the previous awkwardness.
"And it seems you're quite capable, it is no wonder that all those guilds wanted to pay a pretty penny for you."
Malachi remained unmoved by the complint as he waived it away with his hand.
"That stuff is in the past. I'm not in the guild business anymore."
The ears of the president twitched as he realized they'd finally co to the part of the conversation that he had been hoping for.
"Ah yes… it truly is nasty business that. I know of your… more personal relationship with Luna Autumn; perhaps you could convince her to reinstate Immortal Moon? I truly believe that it would be for the good of all."
"That's not sothing for to interfere with." Malachi said sternly. "She built that place from the ground up, and it is her decision alone when it cos to an end."
"B-But isn't it such a waste to disband an entire guild over a few weapons??"
"Weapons??" Malachi asked in confusion.
As soon as he asked the question, he heard not only Joanne's but the president's heartbeat start to speed up.
He imdiately knew that there was sothing he wasn't privy to.
"Nothing, it seems I've misspoken." The president said with a polite smile as he backed away. "Seems I must be going now, it really was a pleasure to-"
"Nadine."
Twelve seconds after Malachi called the na of a random woman, Nadine appeared in a gust of wind with the mature Celeste on her back.
"Yo! You called?"
"I need you to get so information for ." He said as he stared at the president.
The old man sensed sothing off about this beautiful woman who appeared from out of nowhere.
For starters, she was too beautiful to be considered human, and her eyes were as captivating as they were unsettling.
"Oh really? I don't mind, but I'll be expecting a reward for this. You could atleast give a bitch so head or sothing."
"What have I told you about watching tik tok and BET?!" Malachi roared.
"They're my eyes and I'll do what I want with them!"
Nadine placed the pale and shaking Celeste on the ground before she walked up to the president with swaying hips.
"Now, let's see what's in that little old head of yours, shall we?"
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