Prologue

(Knock on the door)

"Enter."

"Agent Wisp reporting, sir."

"Proceed."

"I'm afraid the reports appear to be accurate.  A high priest of the Lost Angels appears to have broken away from the primary congregation.  His goals are far more radical than the Lost Angels themselves.  It appears that Father Jebediah has taken a small group of followers to Utah and is attempting to accomplish what Ezekial could not."

"You mean..."

"Yes, sir.  He is attempting to summon some sort of demon, perhaps far more dangerous than Knicknevin."

"What of his agents?"

"Just like Ezekial's group, they are calling themselves the Flock.  We don't know how many there are currently, only that they are out there progressing his agenda."

"Well done Wisp.  Reserve a ticket for me on the next train to Salt Lake City.  I will be dealing with this myself."

"Sir?"

"This knowledge is on a need to know basis Agent Wisp.  From here out, you and I are the only ones who will be aware of this situation.  Ezekial came very close to ending not just the America's, but the entire world.  We cannot risk widespread panic.  I will 'recruit' some help when I arrive in Utah.  You are to remain here and provide any support that I need."

"Yes, sir.  Goodluck and godspeed."

"Thanks Wisp.  But, you of all people should know by now...god has long since forsaken us."