Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley nodded and gave his own sigh. "Good to meet you, and I know Sanchez. Unfortunately. In any case, what are your concerns?" he asked.
Shank sighed. "You're related to Anton Crowley. Close to him, I'd say. I... feel as though perhaps you should distance yourself from his disappearance for a time. Take it easy for a while. Mr. Crowley, I know what it's like to lose a member of my family in a conflict. But you have a country to run. I will handle this conflict. With information from the Lieutenant Fischer in Argentina, my battalion will be engaged against the Thule across the globe. If we're lucky, they don't have bases in Hell or any other world."
He lowered his head for a moment, and licked his lips. He continued to think for a moment, before looking back at Crowley. "Sanchez wouldn't like it, but I'll keep you up-to-date on any information we find in the rubble. I'll also keep you informed as best I can about the engagements with the Thule. If I believe your grandson is somewhere, you'll be the first to know. You have my word."
Crowley nodded. "Thank you for your aid. You have my number, or you can find it. I have Taka and D- I will find yours. Good luck." he said, shaking Shank's hand. Then he popped out of existence and appeared back in Elfen High, his office.
Then he looked at the news and events in Afghanistan.
He would have gone apeshit, but the motorcycle there had already started moving so fast that it ripped open a portal and blazed right into his office. The portal closed before any angels could make their way in.
Crowley looked at the situation. Funny how a motorcycle blaring through his office had calmed him down. Such was his life. "Alright....what happened here?"