"Tęsknić Wojcik," Raphael spoke the title in Polish. He tended to refer to the person in their native language rather than translate everything into German. "You are asking me a very important question. One I will answer, but this is so much larger than you or me. I must take care not to disturb our neighbors. I hope you don't mind." He paused, taking in the patrons in the cafe. "You are about to feel a sensation that will put everyone in this cafe at ease and not want to pay attention to what I am about to tell you. I am letting you know, so it will not come as a surprise."<br/><br/>Raphael smiled, closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He pictured our lord and savior Jesus Christ, smiling at him; the immortal soul making a sign of blessing over Raphael. In that moment, Raphael felt as happy as any being on any plane could feel. He was completely filled with warmth and love. The feeling radiated outward from his body in a circle hitting all humans within fifty feet and slowly dissipating outward from that circle. The humans feel happy about themselves, relaxed and in one of the best moods of their lives.<span style="font-style: italic">This is a good day, indeed.</span><br/><br/>Raphael opened his eyes, smiled warmly at Yvonne Wojcik. "Mademoiselle Devereaux was blessed by God more than two thousand years ago with a gift. Her gift is similar to mine. She helps people. She is what you might call in your vernacular, a<span style="font-style: italic">witch</span>. I prefer to refer to as a healer. For this reason, she is very important to you, to me and more importantly to God. Nothing ill must happen to Isolde Devereaux." That may be the first time Raphael referred to her first name. Up to this point it has always been Mademoiselle Deveraux.<br/><br/>"The<span style="font-style: italic">healer</span>has a cousin who also was blessed with similar abilities, but unlike Mademoiselle Devereaux, Frau Darcy Krohs is evil. She has never used her abilities to help, but for selfish pursuits; lust, gluttony,  greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. She has even constructed, 'Nei' summoned an abomination against our lord. She believes herself a creator of life. She seeks to supplant our lord and savior  as the pinnacle source of all that is right in our world with herself and this abomination. It is critical that we prevent her from achieving this goal. Her behavior and actions are so fearful, that the demons are frightened of her potential. They are willing to align themselves with me to fight against her. For that reason, I will not send them back to hell. I need them for now. But my brother has another idea in mind."<br/><br/>Father Fischer glanced around the room and acknowledged everyone smiling. No one seemed at all interested in what he was saying to the Polish officer. "Mademoiselle Devereaux is at this very moment enlisting the services of an assassin somewhere nearby. The assassin is effective. I have met him. In fact, he killed me just a week ago." Raphael smiled at that revelation. "The assassin is very good at what he does, but my brother and I are much better. My brother will offer his services to Mademoiselle Devereaux and the assassin. See what you may not understand and what Mademoiselle Devereaux is about to learn, the assassin is just as immortal as she is. I wonder if he even realizes the full potential of his abilities. I mean, his mortal abilities are superior to every other mortal on the planet. It is often that a gifted creature such as he fails to see what he can truly accomplish when everything is going great. An athlete who always wins, never learns anything, while an athlete who fails, learns a multitude of lessons as long as he continues to work on his techniques. The master has failed more often than the student has ever tried."<br/><br/>"You ask why Isolde Devereaux is important." Father Fischer took a bite of the egg on his plate and swallowed it down. "She is the key. A month ago she also was at that Hotel I mentioned earlier. Frau Krohs took her prisoner. I assumed the identity of an SS-Hauptsturmfuhrer, head of her personal security detail (PSD). This was a strong young soldier originally assigned to the SA, Adolf Hitler's personal body  guard. I had hoped to learn as much as I could about Frau Krohs, but I was stopped unwittingly by the immortal assassin. After that blunder, I lost contact with Frau Krohs. We are trying to re-establish contact with her. My brother, is about to pay a visit to the assassin  and the witch."<br/><br/>Father Fischer would finish his meal and answer whatever questions Yvonne Wojcik may have and then leave. He would walk slowly back to Peter's Church, keeping to himself. Once there, he would enter the ethereal plane and inform Michael and Gabriel about his meeting with Yvael. Yvael's father. Her real father was currently in Copenhagen, Denmark keeping an eye on a young woman named, Heidi Brauer. Frau Brauer and her husband were secretly helping Danish Jews escape into nearby Sweden.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Later that evening at the residence of Hamish Buchannon.</span></span><br/>The stars may have been twinkling, but the snow swirled up in the soft gusts of wind. visibility was poor even with clear skies. The temperatures, cool enough to keep the water solid. A dark man with a bright aura appeared on the drive in front of the residence. He wore a black suit, black necktie and black silk shirt. His hair, just as black, long and straight with the brightest blue eyes. His Roman nose firm and prominent at the center of his face. His wings fully extended at least out to eight meters, a charcoal grey in color. The angel retracted them in to camouflage their appearance. He reserved this appearance for special visits.<br/><br/>A young woman opened the door. She couldn't have been a day over 16, thought Michael. She was totally taken in by the handsome gentleman standing in front of her. She quickly ran to find Myra. The woman was filled with happy tears. It was as thought she was reunited with a long lost love. The extremely attractive man, who appeared to be 32 years of age, stood at the doorway waiting to enter.<br/><br/>"Please come in, sir," Myra addressed the young man. "Can I take your c-?" Her words trailed off when she realized he was not wearing a an overcoat in the inclement weather.<br/><br/>"Thank you very much," Michael smiled at the woman. "Could you please escort me to your master? I believe he is dining with an old friend, Mademoiselle Devereaux?"<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, of course, sir." Myra could not help herself. Even though she did not know this man, she felt as though she had known him all of her life. She felt compelled to do as the man instructed.<br/><br/>Myra lead the man, she now knew as Michael to the dining room. There she found the Highlander, Buchannon and the Burgundian Devereaux. Both immortal just as he. He felt their aura, both grey, but aligned more toward the light than the dark. He allowed a slight pulse of good to embrace them as they sat, looking at him curiously. The intent was to allow them to be at ease in his presence if not welcoming and basically not surprised or distressed by his appearance. He did not want to overly alarm them They should feel as though he was expected.<br/><br/>"Mr. Buchannon, I trust I am not intruding," Michael addressed his host in the crispest King's English. "Mademoiselle Devereaux, always a pleasure to be in<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>presence," Michael addressed the witch in his finest Parisian French. When Hamish Buchannon looks into Michael's eyes, he immediately recognizes the Seneca Medicine man who provided him with visions many decades earlier along the banks of a finger lake in Western New York state. Michael stood with his hands clasped at his waist and a warm knowing smile creasing his lips.