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‘Well?’ growled a voice in the shadows, Gabriel could make out a thick frame sitting there.
‘It is safe, the message was delivered; now it is up to you lot to make sure everything else happens.’
The figure moved forward, almost into the light.
‘Do not interfere with things you know nothing of, do not presume to know our duty messenger boy.’
This time the figure did move into the light and Gabriel saw the pits of damnation, of the surrender of hope and the death of faith all living together in those orbs that passed for eyes.
Disturbed, he pulled away, back into the street. Suddenly the car kicked into live and drove off down the street.
Gabriel was glad to see it go, he never got on with the players on the other side of the game and was happy when, after performing his jobs and making sure they knew what to do, he could remove himself from their company.
He looked over his shoulder, back at the stadium he had just left, another bleat of ‘Seig Heils’and ‘Heil Hitlers’ and broken out. He thought about Hitler and why he had been singled out for the task ahead, I mean who could take him seriously? With that moustache and that cheap ideology, but then he remembered what Beelzebub said ‘Do not interfere with things you know nothing of, messenger boy!’ and for the first time Gabriel understood why he was only a messenger.
Overhead the clouds hung low, and rumbled angrily. A storm was about to break.