Angela was stubborn and squeezed the grip of the gun in her hand as he spoke of the betrayal her men had done to her. She didn't k ow who to be mad at. Believing John and abandon the traitors or not believe him and kill him for spouting such slander. It tore at her consciousness while she stood in silence for a moment debating.<br/><br/>"Fine." She said through her teeth before turning the wall that separated her and the men. "If he be telling lies about you find me and prove it. If not and he speaks the truth I'll kill you myself when our paths cross again." Her threat hung in the air for a moment before she turned back to John. It was obvious by her expression she still was far from pleased with the situation. "Lets get out of here. If you're wrong I won't hesitate to kill you either." She shoved the pistol in her belt and stomped out of the room, down the hall, and outside the station.<br/><br/>When she got there she tore her overshirt from her torso to reveal a set of red tattoos in the shape of intricate wings flowing down her back. Most of it was covered by a black tank top she wore but almost as soon as her back was exposed to the open air red shining wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. They weren't made of feathers but of a red light. Swirling designs and flowing power formed her wings. When fully extended they reached an impressive twelve foot span.