With a nod to BSG and Starbuck's 8 minute summary

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The story so far:  the short and snarky version

Corat the Ofanite of Wind leaves cryptic messages in the seatbacks of planes for reasons he won't talk about.  Turns out this is his idea of putting together a team.  Mitchim the Seraph of Trade finds one of these notes but gets taunted by Pepito, an Impudite of Dark Humor who Corat thinks is small

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Shaliach walked with trepidation into the War headquarters. "Not the enemy, not the enemy" he kept repeating to himself, even as he clutched Dominic's letter to his chest. He was glad to be denied an audience with Michael himself, instead handing the letter to a near assistant.

Michael's reply, relayed through the assistant, was brisk and barbed. "Have the hyena give it to them himself," he said, referring to the lowly messenger. "And have him bring them their latest issue of Leathernecks (or the celestial equivalent thereof)". The messenger bore the humiliation with as much grace as he could, "nottheenemynottheenemynottheenemy."

Atticus received the package politely, and told the messenger to remain there, per the instructions. He saw and Heard the young angel's nerves. "Relax. They'll probably just laugh at you." He laid the magazines on the table where The Corps had been relaxing between calls, and then held the letter up high. Shaliach turned to leave but Atticus put his hand on his arm, not even glancing away from the letter.