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Dark Angel Part 5

... shook his head. “You’re an Alpha, Ash. Devon wants you in charge of the Dark Angels.” “Dark what?” Seth rolled his eyes, obviously losing his patience. “Dark Angels. To disassociate you with Seraphia’s reapers, he doesn’t want people to continue to refer to all of you as fallen and he knows most of you don’t like being called death angels, even though that’s what you do, he got together with the others, and they picked Dark Angel as your new title.” “It was actually Annie’s suggestion,” Zak added. The fight blew out of Ashriel’s body as he gaped at both Alpha Angels. “Anniel came up with Dark Angel?” They both nodded. “Look, Ash. We’re ready to go when you say so. If you don’t mind, I suggest you go up to your quarters, freshen up in your hygiene unit, change your clothes into your own gear, and maybe have a little huddle with the crew before we shove off. We need a plan. We can’t just fly into Edenian space and land on Earth or Mars and demand they answer our questions.” Ashriel looked at the young weretigri thoughtfully. “You’re good at planning these things, aren’t you?” Zak grinned and patted Seth’s back. The white-haired weretigri straightened a bit taller and nodded. “I find I rather enjoy it. We can hash around ideas with Dev up in the conference room before we leave. So what do you say to trying on a few of the things I picked out for you?” Ashriel frowned. Now his curiosity was piqued. What could the weretigri have chosen for him? *** “For the last time, Angel, I ...

... am not wearing leather. What I have on is comfortable and sensible.” Angel frowned at Anniel, as they both pulled their carry on into the starcruiser. Anniel saw nothing wrong with her vest, black tank top, and black cargo pants. Her buckled black boots had foam rolls on the bottom for good traction. So-what if they looked a bit like Frankenstein shoes. She was dressed for a mission not to seduce anyone. She’d plaited her hair into a long braid and pulled a cap over her head so that the front bill almost covered her eyes. She thought her outfit made her look tough, showed off the muscles of her arms. “Once we pick out our sleeping cabins, we can load the weapons in the underbelly storage compartment.” Angel’s eyes immediately lit up. “Weapons?” “Yes,” Anniel grinned. “Dev says we can’t use our powers so we’re going to have to try to intimidate with weapons, but only if we need to.” Angel frowned. “I thought we were going to kick some ass.” Anniel laughed out loud. Remi was rubbing off on the girl. “Only if we need to, Angel. We need to try peaceful first. We don’t want more enemies than we already have.” “Hellooo,” a sultry feminine voice called out from below. Anniel and Angel stopped in their tracks and looked down the metal ramps they had been climbing. A female reaper with light brown hair and up-tilted catlike eyes stood at the bottom of the ramp. Her black wings were pressed together at her back as if in prayer and two black straps crossed over the jutting swells of her ...