Training to stop the Exorcists was not an easy thing. It was long. It was tiring. It felt futile, training to fight something unfightable. But...what else was there to do? Sit back and take it? No.

Cherri Bomb had come by and while she intended only to take Angel Dust out, had been convinced by Charlie (and money) to take the rest of them. Husk only went for the free booze. At least, that's what he said.

Husk was sitting at the table, taking a sip from the martini he had gotten. He already had drank four shots, he had a strong tolerance so he still didn't feel it. Perhaps that was part of his punishment, a man who likes to drink can never get drunk...