Is this where Dreams come true?

"Well, you can follow me, or hold out in here, but I don't know that, that would be such a good idea" he said with a smile, then shot a glance at Nightkill. "I don't believe you have joined me either, so you are in this as much as she is" he said with a sly smile.

Scar suddenly had a bad feeling at Faith agreed with her strongly. She got up slowly and picked up her tray of things she had collected from the empty tables.
"Sorry but I'm not sure if I can trust you two," she shook her head slowly and walked back to the counter. How long had she been in America? She sighed and collected a cloth and spray as she began washing down the tables, a frown on her face. Did they know what she was? She let her hair fall forward as much as it would in the untidy bun it was in.

"Suit yourself, you follow me" Perry said to Nightkill and then turned to leave the establishment.

Scar sighed, watching them go with a frown. She didn't like their aura feel...it was...odd. She shrugged slightly and went back to her work, cleaning down tables, washing p dishes and cups, serving drinks, taking orders, mopping up the floor and she even managed to clean the windows so light actually reached into the place. She was a quick worker and efficient; she didn't hang about either. She stopped for her break as she stepped outside and sat down with a drink, watching the city with wonder.

Percival and Nightkill were standing outside, when Perry pulled a button activated detonator, and pressed the button, causing the diner to erupt in fire, as screams of customers could be heard from the burning wreckage.

(I assume you came with me, so you aren't caught in the explosion Night)

Nightkill chuckled. "Explosion? Nice." he said. "All right, now that you're in charge, what's my postion in the SCAR? Am I still second-in-command?"

"SCAR? I believe you have me confused with an imbecile, I do not associate myself with though fools, no I run the organization F.E.A.R.E" Perry said with a smile.

Scar ducked automatically as her skin went a silvery white - like an angels - as it deflected shards of brick and glass. She got an odd look from a passer by but they were more concerned about the explosion and the people screaming.
It was them! Hell it was! Faith was furious as Scar felt like she was going to be sick. The roar smell of death overwhelmed her. 22 where dead, 20 adults, two children - one was 5 the other unborn yet. 12 women, 2 were actual customers the others staff and the rest men. All had family. So much pain from the rest of the people alive. She gripped a railing in front of her as she doubled over in pain. Death...so many souls now lost with nowhere to go, nowhere to go but come to her to ask for help, to beg to be brought back, begged to be helped, crying, screaming, confused... She threw up. It hurt. Her throat burnt like acid as she hadn't eaten in days and all that as in her stomach was angry acid. She closed her eyes and rested her head on her arm. Everywhere she went people got hurt.

Nightkill seemed interested. "What's that about?" he asked casually, as the building burned.

"Well if you want in, then you dod this" Perry said with a smile, as he handed Nightkill the detonator.

Nightkill shrugged, and for some reason hestitated just slighly, but pressed the button.

A second explosion at the same location happened and by the time, the explosion cleared Ferrum had disappeared.

Scar didn't feel well at all now. So many dead people...She had to get away right now even though there was so many people around she didn't care. She unfolded two large white wings that touched the floor with their tips before launching herself up into the air, her wings pushing down on the air.

Overhead a sonic boom was heard. "Vile cur. Your wretched existence is marked by nothing except death and destruction. Pray I show you mercy, as Uriel thirsts for vengeance. If you can hear me Ferrum, I'll come for you next."

Shamgarel descended from the sky, blowing gales force winds, quickly quelling the fires. He shot a glance back at Faith, her skin was the color of a Virtue's, but she seemed...different.

(Note, this is not the first time Shamgarel's witnessed Ferrum's handywork.)

Scar stopped due to Faith, her body half jolted as she did as Scar aimed to keep flying where as Faith was determined to stop.
ouff! Scar said inwardly, she had gotten use to talking like this with Faith.
Sorry...It's just...he's...an angel...I think Scars eyes immediately turned to the man who was helping put out the fire. Maybe he could help Faith get back home...

Shamgarel flashed a smile at Scarlett/Faith, then turned his attention back to Nightkill.