<strong>Nick Ramirez -- Ambrosia Restaurant, Downtown -- Dinner with Izuriel</strong><br/><br/>"Ah, so then you do admit to wishing for your old station," Nick grinned triumphantly, seizing upon the thread his old foe had inadvertently given him.  "I must admit, the mantle of the Angel of Desire fit you so much better than that of the Angel of Punishment.  I can see it -- it is like a prison, a cage around you.  You struggle for His divine favor, His forgiveness, that you might be released from your shackles and allowed to spread Love amongst the humans once more."<br/><br/>He leaned back, smiling, as the headwaiter arrived with Izuriel's dish.  The plate was uncovered and set before her; the man was enough of a professional that he did not stick around to ask any questions like, "would madamemoiselle care for anything else?"  This was an important meeting between two very important people.  Exactly who they were, he couldn't say, but they were definitely Important.<br/><br/>"Don't you weary of the same old conflicts, Izzy?  My people fight yours, an interminable conflict that succeeds in nothing save the depletion of both sides," he sighed.  "Why should we fight each other?  Let's simply split the city in half--everyone west of, say, Eden Highway is yours; everything and everyone east of it is mine.  Less trouble, less fuss, and we're still doing our jobs.  Deal?"