EXT. STREETS OF IRVINE - DAY

               Though you'd never know it. The sky is blood red, hard to
               tell whether it's from the blazing inferno that was the
               skyline of Irvine, or just that time of day. Hellacious
               winged creatures swoop overhead, screeching something
               ghastly. 

               The soft melody of LOUIS ARMSTRONG'S WONDERFUL WORLD soothes 
               the otherwise chaotic tone of destruction and mahem. The 
               demons fly over several battlefields, large robots stomp 
               debris and tanks roll through shattered gas stations. Flensers 
               rip through GDI infantry while Mammoth tanks pound into the 
               line of cyborgs. It's hard to tell who's winning. 

               An explosion rocks one of the near buildings and a line of
               laser fire cuts up from the streets below and tears into one
               of the demons. It falls and the others swoop low to counter
               the aggressor. Following the creatures, we see that on the
               street is a lonely warrior in urban fatigues, some high-tech
               rifle aimed to the sky. The poor bastard only now realizes
               his mistake in not bringing back-up. He screams and through
               the whites of his eyes we can see the face of horror charging
               down. 

               The music cuts off with the guttural splattering of blood
               across the pavement.

               INT. CWAL HEADQUARTERS - GAVAL'S OFFICE - DAY

               Gaval sits with a raised brow. A couple of uninitiated
               CWALers stand in front of him. Seraph leans against the
               doorway, hands working into a blunt.

                                   GAVAL
                             (addressing the newbies)
                         Demons.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         We didn't believe it at first.

                                   SERAPH
                         Don't see why not.

               He lights the joint. Drags. Gaval looks at him
               disapprovingly, Seraph could give a damn. He flaps his wings
               as if to indicate the sign of crazier things.

                                   SERAPH
                         Hello, Sephroth.

                                   ZIM
                         Think he's behind this?

                                   SERAPH
                         No, you irrelevant cog. I was
                         merely expressing to those present
                         who matter that we have faced
                         certainly far more perilous enemies
                         from farther planes of existence.
                         You can cut the dramatic bullshit
                         already and just tell him what you
                         saw.

                                   ZIM
                         We saw demons!

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         Hundreds of them.

                                   ZIM
                         That's what we're trying to tell
                         you.

                                   GAVAL
                         Hundred ain't much. Nothing a good
                         rush couldn't handle.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         OK, thousands. Look, they blocked
                         the sun for Chrissakes.

                                   GAVAL
                         Blocked the sun.

                                   ZIM
                         For like at least a couple seconds.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         Long enough to make my flamethrower
                         rattle.

                                   ZIM
                         They were on the ground too. Lots
                         of 'em.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         We were out on block 0-three with
                         Riley's gang. About to jump a
                         couple NODs when out of the ground
                         came these black tendrils. Ripped
                         'em all to shreds in seconds.

                                   ZIM
                         We just ran. The screams from
                         behind gave us good enough reason
                         not to look back.

                                   SERAPH
                         Well this is all very interesting.
                         Gaval, I'm out.

                                   GAVAL
                         Wait. This could be a problem. The
                         ASG isn't exactly spilling with
                         slayers at the present.

                                   SERAPH
                         So get a shit load of holy water
                         and a pressure hose. Why is this my
                         problem?

                                   GAVAL
                             (pointing at the newbies)
                         You brought them here.

                                   SERAPH
                         Because they wouldn't leave me
                         alone!

                                   GAVAL
                         Yeah well God just doesn't like you
                         today. I'm sending you out.

                                   SERAPH
                         Out where?

                                   GAVAL
                         The only place that's got Holy
                         Water 24/7.

                                   SERAPH
                         Unless it's the Jiffy Lube I ain't
                         goin' shit.

                                   GAVAL
                         You'll go where I tell you to go or
                         you can walk out the front door and
                         handle what's out there on your
                         own.

                                   SERAPH
                         Fine.
                             (turns out the door)
                         I like it on my own anyway.

               Gaval can't see him anymore. He doesn't have to. He goes back
               to his reports.

                                   GAVAL
                         Take them with you.

               He's talking about the two new guys. And even though Seraph's
               already half way down the hall, he can hear him loud and
               clear. He stops and sighs. He wasn't going to ditch orders in
               the first place. Gaval knew it. He knew it. He knew Gaval
               knew he knew it.

                                   SERAPH
                         Goddammit.

               EXT. MEDITERANIAN SEA - MIDNIGHT

               The calm water blinks of clear night stars. The moon
               illuminates most of the surrounding area. Out of nowhere, and
               breaking the serenity, a beefed up Orca bomber swoops low,
               racing for the nearing shoreline. 

               Inside the cockpit is a drowsy WAR2GUY. Behind him are the
               familiar faces of Fearless, Archangel, Vektor, Patriot,
               Thunder and Miss Cheetah. All are respectively checking their
               gear and/or admiring the view outside. Vektor interrupts
               Fearless who was zoning out through the window.

                                   VEKTOR
                         We're nearing the drop point. Are
                         you ready?

                                   FEARLESS
                         Yeah.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         Looks like they beat us to it.

               Fearless leans over to see what he's talking about. On the
               shore are several large unmarked huey-type helicopters.

                                   FEARLESS
                         The color scheme certainly gives
                         them away.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Blizzard?

                                   VEKTOR
                         Santa and his elves.

                                   THUNDER
                         We passed them back over Spain.

               Vektor looks to him. He's serious.

                                   VEKTOR
                         No shit?

                                   THUNDER
                         No shit.

               EXT. SHORELINE - LATER

               The bomber touches ground and the team piles out. Nobody's
               around the helicopters. Looks like people left in a hurry.
               Overturned tents, discarded messware, the works.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         Something chased them off?

                                   VEKTOR
                         Probably.

                                   FEARLESS
                         Siphon their fuel. They won't be
                         needing it.

                                   ARCHANGEL
                         Wouldn't matter if they did.

                                   FEARLESS
                         We'll make camp here. Wherever they
                         went off to, it doesn't look like
                         they'll care to come back.

                                   MISS CHEETAH
                         What if we run into whatever caused
                         this?

                                   FEARLESS
                         We kill it.

               EXT. STREETS OF IRVINE - DAY

               Seraph is flanked by the two guys from Gaval's office, Zim
               and Pyrotruck. Point by point they make their way through the
               rubble-ridden streets. They near an intersection and Seraph
               looks to take the turn. He cautions them still against the
               wall.

                                   ZIM
                         What makes you think there's any
                         holy water in this place anyway?

                                   SERAPH
                         That's what we're here to find out.

                                   ZIM
                         I don't like the idea of...

                                   SERAPH
                         I don't like the idea of you still
                         talking. How about that?

               Zim takes it back. Frowns but can't respond. Seraph peeks
               around the corner. He sees the giant Cathedral still standing
               tall and strong as if nothing's hit it yet. Perhaps nothing
               has.

                                   SERAPH
                         OK, here's the go-down. I go in.
                         You two cover the door. Anything
                         goes down inside, you cover the
                         door. Anything goes down outside,
                         you cover the door. Got it? 

               They nod.

                                   SERAPH
                         Good. Let's go.

               The three cross the street and climb the stairs to the great
               stone church. When they reach the door, Seraph opens it while
               Zim and Pyro take up positions behind the scaling pillars.

               INT. IRVINE CATHEDRAL - DAY

               Seraph creeps in, weapon raised. Though the great hall seems
               vast and empty, some angelic choir echoes softly overhead.
               The winged warrior goes to work, checking the bowls by the
               doors. Nothing. He tries the water fountain. It's dry. Not
               even the toilets flush.

                                   SERAPH
                         Dammit!

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         You won't find it here. Not here.
                         Not what you're looking for.

               Seraph turns to the voice. Though it sounds close, the only
               person visible is a cloaked figure sitting at the front pew a
               good fifty yards up. He grips his sub machine gun and etches
               forward. 

               Nearing the person he sees it is a crusty old woman, who
               smacks of a leprous plague and something else nasty. The rags
               barely hide anything disturbing. Strands of thin, white hair
               drip from underneath, while wrinkled and flaking skin shows
               everywhere else. The woman is falling apart. Even her eyes
               have lost their color. 

               She's looking straight forward at what Seraph can only
               determine is a burnt altar with a scorched rag. Blood drips
               off its edges. The whole scene is wrong.

                                   SERAPH
                         Talk, bitch.

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         They told me you would be a
                         charmer.

               She coughs.

                                   SERAPH
                         Who's they?

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         You must listen to me, child. What
                         you are about to embark on is a
                         perilous journey that will claim
                         your life. But those you love and
                         cherish will be the ones you save.
                         Your sacrifice will-

                                   SERAPH
                         Who said anything about sacrifice?

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         You are an angel, are you not? Your
                         very purpose is to serve that which
                         created you.

                                   SERAPH
                         Not sure which bus you fell off of
                         to hit this bench face first, lady.
                         But I don't answer to-

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         The unwanting hero. How romantic.

               She cackles and coughs some more. Disgusting hacking that
               cries for mucous but meets only dry heaves.

                                   SERAPH
                         It's not safe here. You need help.

               The woman turns to him for the first time, her flat sky-blue
               eyes falling on him. Her toothless mouth agape.

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         And where am I to go, a worthless
                         old woman like me? You said it
                         yourself.
                         I'm better to you buried six feet
                         under than tainting your comfort
                         zone.

                                   SERAPH
                         When the hell did I say that?

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         Oh but you're thinking it. It has
                         its dwelling in that misguided mind
                         of yours as we speak. Listen to me.
                         Are you prepared to die for those
                         who trust in you?

                                   SERAPH
                         No.

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                             (disappointed)
                         Then you will die with them.

               The woman turns away, her body fading from existence. Seraph
               now realizes what is happening.

                                   SERAPH
                         Wait.

               She fades back.

                                   SERAPH
                         These people, they trust me. They
                         must have a reason.

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         Of course they have a reason.
                         Everyone has a reason. Perhaps
                         love.

                                   SERAPH
                         Love isn't my game.

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         Perhaps not now. But maybe in a
                         life long ago or one that could
                         have been. You see her eyes as they
                         pass you by and you can't help but
                         ask yourself what if. Those eyes,
                         the ones you long for deep inside,
                         they trust you even when they don't
                         know why, don't know they're doing
                         it. And you love them.

                                   SERAPH
                         I think you're talking about
                         someone else.

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         Of course. Angelic beings with
                         machine guns just frolic down these
                         streets.

                                   SERAPH
                         Suppose I agree. Let's just say for
                         sake of argument that I go along
                         with this.

               The woman stretches out a vein-soaked pale hand. Seraph
               reluctantly takes it in his and then a blinding white light
               flashes in their joining. Seraph cries out in pain and yanks
               away from the woman. He looks at his red hot hand. In the
               center of it is a golden cross, a sacred medallion welded to
               the flesh of his palm.

                                   SERAPH
                         THE FUCK?!

               The woman cackles.

                                   SERAPH
                         What the hell have you done to me?

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         I have done nothing to you that you
                         were not willing to do to yourself.

                                   SERAPH
                         Bullshit!

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         It is better for you now to accept
                         your fate and aid those you can
                         while there is still time left.

                                   SERAPH
                         How do I die? Tell me how I die!

                                   MYSTERIOUS OLD WOMAN
                         That, is for you to decide.

               Her cackling grows mad. Her eyes ignite in fire. Fangs sprout
               from her mouth and she lunges from the pew, tackling Seraph
               to the ground. Her once broken and vulnerable voice has been
               replaced by a serpentine hissing. Claws that were once feeble
               hands dig into the angel's kevlar. 

               A dripping tongue slides across his neck. And just as the
               woman drives into his neck, Seraph musters enough strength to
               throw the woman back. She crumples against the pew, but
               hisses in retaliation. 

               Seraph stands, neck bloodied. He raises his weapon on the
               woman demon thing and fires. The creature cries out and dies
               with the thudding brass. 

               Pyrotruck storms into the hall. Seraph aims at him, but the
               two calm once they realize who they are.

                                   SERAPH
                         I told you to cover the door.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         I am!

                                   SERAPH
                         The outside! Jeezus!

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         Stuff's coming, man. We gotta move.

               Seraph nods, looks back. The burnt alter has been replaced by
               a polished silver one. On top of it is a fresh pot of - you
               guessed it - holy water. He opens his canteen and begins
               pouring. But the stream won't stop.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         Seraph, man, hurry up!

                                   SERAPH
                         Hang on!

               Still pouring.

                                   PYROTRUCK
                         Forget it, man. Let's go!

                                   SERAPH
                         Shut the fuck up, so help me god!

               It's not stopping. Seraph stuffs the pot into his backpack
               and runs for the door.

                                   SERAPH
                         Let's move, let's move!

               The three of them run down the steps and through the streets.
               When the two newbies are a safe distance, Seraph checks his
               hand and furrows. The medallion is still there.