"The Capitol," Raphael boomed, the light bending around to cast an ominous shadow around him - angels were a naturally dramatic species, it was purely unconscious, "is a decently large city, but not as big as you might think. It is comparable to your world's... how do you call it? Ah, yes; Newark."
D shit himself.
"Though only in size," he quickly added, "Don't worry about that."
The room let loose a sigh.
"The city is composed mostly of office buildings - Heaven is a large nation, and much bureaucracy is necessary to maintain it, particularly given my brother's style of ruling. It is not exactly outfitted for defense; that said, its denizens are not... pleasant creatures. Azazel received his genetic modification technology from Uriel, and Uriel uses it extensively. He has created animals suited for the tasks carried out there - these tasks are monstrous. By now, the city has been filled with soldiers and weaponry; it was already protected by every magic in existence. It is fortified against airstrikes and any other explosives; that is, assuming we could even get in the air, with the Things awaiting us. The only way to get inside is through the Road."
"The Road?" Megan questioned.
"A dangerous place and the source of my concern - something tells me that the Android Leader awaits us there, as if navigating it wasn't difficult enough."
To Gabriel's shock and horror, Don Quixote was not with him. No - he had clawed his bracelet off the second the angel had turned around.
Quixote glanced at his gun, then at the window. His mind abuzz, he rubbed his beard in deep thought; he smiled to himself.
"Sir?" asked an errant knight, tapping the Spaniard on his shoulder, "Do you need assistance?"
"Por La Mancha!" Quixote suddenly shouted, bolting off.
"Sir?" the knight gasped.
It was now that the mad old hidalgo threw himself violently into the window - it shattered beneath his weight and into the skies he fell. Screaming in Spanish, he fired his gun madly at the oncoming ships.
