Saint Drake was growing restless. He wanted this Manson guy to show, but he seemed as if the information had either gone unheard or ignored.  That was not the way this was going to end. He stood silently looking down upon times square.  He drew in a deep breath. Drake had only done this a few times in his immortal life, and was about to do it again.  The angel shout. A loud booming echo that would be heard by everyone.<br/>"MANSON! I do not underestimate my might!  You have one hour to fullfill our meeting arrangements or I will destroy your puny empire!"