Punched by an Angel
by Henry Wyckoff
A crossover between Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Millennium, and Touched by an Angel
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Peter and Frank didn't know why they looked to the roof of the cathedral, but they did. Peter thought he saw two Angels standing on the tallest spire, and then realized that he didn't. Frank looked up there and
he shook his head.
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Monica and Andrew felt Frank's gaze slice through them.
Andrew shook his head. "Frank makes me nervous for some reason."
"I know, but Tess told me not to worry about him. That I should focus on Kermit."
He nodded, "Wise choice . . . What do you think about Peter?"
"Detective Caine? I've never been around anyone that calm and collected in a long time."
Andrew raised his eyebrows. "Peter Caine? Are we talking about the same person?"
Monica didn't know why Andrew seemed so shocked. "The bonnie lad standing down there? I should think so. What makes you think he's not calm and collected? He's the only one who has shown any sense of balance throughout this whole affair. On the inside, at least."
Andrew shook his head, but wouldn't speak his inner thoughts. Maybe he knew more than she did.
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A lone figure stood across the street from the cathedral, still and unnoticed. His gray trenchcoat blended well with the solid bank, built in an era when banks wanted to symbolize the strength and power of the rock. His skin was pale, just as most northerners were pale, but it was also a perfect skin. His eyes were devoid of any pupils. They were all white.
He whispered, "Latro . . . God may be the leader of a flock of sheep, but I assure you, Hell protects its own."
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Latro reached the place he'd called home for the last few days. He didn't even recall crashing out. In the morning, just as it always was, he'd be totally healed and recharged for another day of killing. He wouldn't remember his dreams either.
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Peter shook his head. "We have to change the way we're doing things. I don't care if he's leaving ordinary people alone -- we have to catch him before another 'saint' dies."
"But where are we going to catch him?" Frank seemed out of ideas of his own.
"I have a good idea who's next, especially if he doesn't discriminate. We're going to have to split up, though."
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