Hellsing and the Choir - Part II

As I sipped at my whiskey I glared suspiciously at the angel. I never was a fan of the whole Christian mythos thing, much preferred the vagueness and uncaring approach of apatheism. Of course, I knew it was all true, most of the major faiths are, but that doesn't mean I had to abject myself to some supreme being who couldn't even oust his competitors. "Right, what's the case, and what's the pay?"

That perfect smile wavered for a moment at the mention of the word 'pay'. "Surely you would not charge the Lord for your services?"

I thought for a moment, it could be dangerous to anger certain divine beings, but the rent still needed to be paid. "It's one fifty a day, plus expenses, minimum. More if you're going to expect me to shift to other planes. Cash. Up front. From anyone else, I'd take a cheque. I'm not interested in divine grace or forgiveness or any of that."

The smile faded, the angel's voice growing less perfect and heavenly. "You take gold?"

I nodded, taking another swig of whiskey. Angels always give me a headache, same as demons. I much prefer working with beings which are at least mostly human. The angel promised that the gold would be delivered by the morning, then started to talk about the case.

About half-way through his talking I decided I needed a new bottle of whiskey, preferably to smash over the smug little creature's head. Since that would most likely only annoy him, I settled for drinking most of it as he talked.