The three brothers placed their instruments carefully into their respective cases and closed the latches. No crowds gathered during their impromptu performance. An occasional admirer would stop for a few seconds, and then continue along their way. Apparently, the people were very busy, not having the time to listen to classic Handel performed brilliantly on strings.<br/><br/>With instruments returned to their storage spaces in the<span style="font-style: italic">museum</span>, they entered<span style="font-style: italic">Kuch und Bach Bakerei Cafe</span>for a spot of coffee and cake. Raphael sipped his hot beverage and looked at his brother, "Gabriel, will you take these messages to the appropriate people?" His voice waned in anticipation of a response.<br/><br/>Gabriel looked around the room, at Michael and then at Raphael, "why?" Gabriel sighed, "what are these people to you? Why are you getting involved with this anyway?" Initially, Gabriel was annoyed by Raphael's request.<br/><br/>"You know what will happen if we don't get involved, Gabriel. We must get involved, It will help to balance out the playing field. We cannot let that abomination and Darcy Krohs complete their quest. We must work with the demon, Asm..."<br/><br/>"No!" Michael cut in, "we need to start thinking about planting that spawn of Satan back where he came from. We need to send him right straight back to hell!" Michael also was annoyed with the conversation.<br/><br/>"Michael, please. You of all people must understand what will happen if we work together with the demon and the others," Raphael implored Michael to comprehend the reason and to understand.<br/><br/>"I refuse to work with that Demon. You can go heal the humans who wish to fight against the abomination, but I insist you do nothing other than sustain their lives," Michael was furious at Raphael's decision. "That soldier they have! He's worst of all. He is nothing more than a sociopath and deserves to follow the demon straight to hell." Michael sipped at his coffee. "I know, I know, you're sending him to purgatory when his time is up. Allow him to spend eternity in purgatory or until he can atone for his sins. Yea, sure, that will work." Michael looked around the room to see if he was drawing too much attention. "You do recall he killed you, once?"<br/><br/>"Sure he did. That only means he is skilled at his craft."<br/><br/>"He is not God, Brother!"<br/><br/>"I'm not saying he is...and neither is Mister Buchannon. In fact, that is one thing that sets our immortal soldier apart from that creature, who calls himself Zanzibar,....or....Berizan or Obergruppenführer Berizan......or whatever he is calling himself these days. Mister Buchannon does not claim to be God, but Zanzibar does! He needs to be removed from the physical plane. If you won't help dispose of him, I will!" Raphael was frustrated with Michael's position in the matter. He felt the arch angel was being very unreasonable. At least he was exercising the necessary discipline in not killing Asmodeus.<br/><br/>Gabriel sat quietly sipping his coffee and sampling the apfel kuchen (apple cake). He understood both sides of this discussion, but intended to stay out of it. Raphael looked back at Gabriel, "So, will you deliver?"<br/><br/>Licking his lips and swallowing twice, Gabriel looked up, "Sure, Raphael. I'll deliver the messages."<br/><br/>Over the course of the rest of the morning, Gabriel moved in and out of various corporeal forms delivering notes to specific people in order to get them to all meet at 9 O'clock tomorrow morning at this very same coffee/bakery shop, just one block south of the church--<span style="font-style: italic">Kuch und Bach Bakerei Cafe</span>.<br/><br/>As the old attendant with watery eyes manning the small table supporting holy jewelry and pamphlets at the church, Gabriel addressed the ladies, "Oh wundebar, you found one another. Missives arrived for the both of you while you were conversing." He smiled cordially, handed both a slip of paper detailing the urgency for a meeting to be held with the both of them in attendance at the Bakery cafe down the street. He nodded his head after he delivered the messages and returned to the front of the church. After departing the old man's body, Gabriel moved on. The man had no knowledge of the angelic possession.<br/><br/>The owner of the flower shop snapped his head up. He immediately recognized Luciano and approached, "Scuzi, Señor Grazzienneli, I have a missive for you." Gabriel, possessing the florist spoke to the Italian officer in his native language. He leaned in and whispered, "Rumor has it, the World's fair at Flushing Meadows in Queens, is seconded only to the 1904 St. Louis World's Fair commemorating the anniversary of the Louisiana Purchase. You should take the young lady to New York." He smiled, turned his back on Captain Grazzienneli and returned inside. Once inside the flower shop, Gabriel left the man's body, leaving him without knowledge of the previous conversation with the Italian naval officer.<br/><br/>In the best Queen's English, a gentleman of no fewer than 80 years approached the immortal soldier, "Pardon me, Mister Buchannon." Gabriel looked up and into the taller man's eyes. "I have a very important message for you." He handed the British sniper a piece of paper and slowly continued walking without looking back. Within seconds, Gabriel departed the elder man's body and left him without any knowledge of the preceding conversation or any knowledge on how to speak English.<br/><br/>Gabriel sensed the presence of the demon and the other creature. The one he felt should not be named, regardless of how he adorned himself. He waited for them as they approached their destination. When the vehicle halted, Gabriel was dressed as a Waffen SS soldier on the Obergruppenführer's headquarters staff. Gabriel leaned forward, opened the door for the<span style="font-style: italic">Senior Group Leader</span>and his apparent Aide-de-Camp who wore the rank of an Oberstleutnant. The Lieutenant Colonel exited the vehicle after the senior commander, while Gabriel, the Waffen SS soldier snapped to attention and rendered the appropriate salute giving respect to both gentlemen and Adolf Hitler. As soon as they passed, Gabriel slipped the note inside one of the Lieutenant Colonel's outer coat pockets without his notice. The message drop was to go unnoticed by Zanzibar or the one-who-must-not-be-named! As soon as Gabriel inhabited the young SS soldier's body, he was gone, informing Raphael, that his task was complete. Raphael would sit back, watch the events of this day unfold and then meet the party of five at the bakery.