A Disturbing Distraction

As you make your way to the ticket counter with Tracey's travel documents in hand, it becomes harder and harder to maintain your glamour. At first you think it's because Amanda's dumpy appearance is so foreign to you demonic instincts, but it becomes more than that.

You feel weak, knees buckle as you walk. A cold sweat develops on your brow. It becomes difficult to breathe. You sit for a moment to collect your senses. You drop your head and sigh.

As you look up, you vision grows fuzzy, and it takes a moment to realize where you are.

Across the corridor is the international arrivals lobby. A glass wall separates those who have just deplaned from the rest of the airport and leads them to the baggage claim area and customs. A small entourage of men in clerical grab is making their way through that passage. Even impaired, your keen eye detects that the most resent international flight came from Rome. When you gaze at the carry-on bags held by three of them your eyes burn. They are clearly well armed for a battle against demons.

This cadre of holy men was clearly the cause of your impairment, as they move further away, you feel your strength returning. Your acute hearing now picks up a conversation at the exit from customs.

"Ron, do you think these guys will will be able to get the job done?" a male voice asks. You zero in on the source, a man in army combat fatigues. He's older than most soldiers, with a smattering of grey stubble on his head. The twin bars on his chest insigna tells you he's a Captain. The patch on his shoulder identifies him a Ranger. His name patch reads "Walsh."

"I don't know, Jeremy," his companion replied, "but they've got to be able to do better than that fuck-up, Kane," the Air **** Lieutenant named McKee, continued. "Right, Deb?" McKee asked as he turned to the junior officer to his other side. The young, blond woman, almost a girl really, blushed and said nothing.

"Leave the Ensign out of this," Walsh scolded his partner. "My neice here already told us that Commander Reyes spooks her, you think she's going to chime in about some demon hunter she just met?"

"Here they come," McKee responded as the priests emerged from customs, "we'd better get them to HQ ASAP."

It appears the humans are amassing a **** against your brothers and sisters in the quarantine zone. You could head them off at the pass, so to speak. You would no doubt gain great respect and power if you were successful, or you could wing your way to your intended destination and corrupt countless souls while these fools are toiling away here.

You ponder your options and decide to...