Angel is James Bond charm and Hannibal Lecter precision. He flirts and chats his way through the crowd toward his target, dashing in his tuxedo. He murmurs poetry in Sanskrit, a general whose battle lines have been long erased from the sand. He is a student on a silent mountain, dancing ancient forms in bare-handed murder, and he is a mafia enforcer who is too good at his job. Angel knows he could have Gabriel make this a clean, bloodless kill, but someone has to think this one is a murder, and tonight it will be. Angel doesn't hesitate.
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Awesome, and I love your Photo bucket picture. This is even giving a different perspective on the characters
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