Los Angeles, CA. The Aerie of Zauriel
Empty. It's like walking through Notre Dame Cathedral.
I get the distinct feeling this place is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
What I wouldn't give for a detective right now.
Superman touches his signal device, opening a channel to the Watchtower.
Superman here. Open datafile.
Recording.
Zauriel's Aerie lies empty. Landed here twelve minutes ago. No response to any verbal inquiries, so I searched at super-speed. Nothing.
The glass case containing his sword stands empty. I'm going to assume that Zauriel took it with him when he went...wherever he is. There doesn't seem to be any sign of struggle, so I'm going to assume that he's simply off on a mission somewhere...
I get the distinct feeling this place is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
What I wouldn't give for a detective right now.
Superman touches his signal device, opening a channel to the Watchtower.
Superman here. Open datafile.
Recording.
Zauriel's Aerie lies empty. Landed here twelve minutes ago. No response to any verbal inquiries, so I searched at super-speed. Nothing.
The glass case containing his sword stands empty. I'm going to assume that Zauriel took it with him when he went...wherever he is. There doesn't seem to be any sign of struggle, so I'm going to assume that he's simply off on a mission somewhere...