Sandman Slim (Sandman Slim 1)

"No. Not everyone."

"Maybe I should take back my fritter."

Aelita sighs and looks out the window. She'd rather be having lunch in a volcano than sitting here with me.

"Not everyone deserves God's grace, but everything in existence has a purpose and a use. Even the abhorrent. Given that, I've come here to ask you one more time, will you work for the righteous cause of the Golden Vigil?"

"When you ask so nicely, it makes me feel all nonabhorrent."

"This is your chance to redeem yourself, if only just a little."

"Sure. I'll work for the Vigil. But on a freelance basis. And I want to be paid. In cash and in advance. I don't exactly trust holy rollers."

"You want money for doing God's work?"

"Yes. A lot of money. You practically have Area 51 tucked away in your warehouse. You can afford it."

"I didn't think you could possibly be more vile, but you've managed to surprise me."

"I know. I'm worse than the bogeyman and tooth decay. But the offer still stands. I don't have a business card, but you know where to find me."

I take my own apple fritter out of the bag and take a bite. The Kissi was right. It really is that good.

"Every day you're alive is like someone spitting in the face of God. I showed you mercy when I let Eugene save you. You won't get mercy from me again."

"I saved your celestial ass the other night."

"You put me in that awful place."

"No. The Kissi did. Or did you forget about them?"

She pushes her fritter and coffee across the table.

"This food smells like death. I'm sure you love it. I don't think we have anything more to say to each other. I'm leaving."

"You going to hide and massacre me in the parking lot?"

"It's tempting."

"No, it's not, and here's why. I went to some people and I traded some things. Got myself a kill switch."

"What is that?"

"They have them on trains. Tractors. Some other equipment. It's a button the operator has to hold down for the machine to work. The operator has a heart attack and dies, he lets go of the button. The switch kills the engine and the machine stops. A kill switch."

"Are you thinking of becoming a train conductor?"

"Better. I'm keeping an eye on this." I take out a small wooden box I bought the day before, a pyx, and slide it across the table to her. "You know what that is. It's usually for a consecrated host, but I put something better inside. Take a look."

Aelita looks at me for a minute, and then touches the box. Probably doing some angel magic to see if it's poison or a bomb or a poison bomb. Finally, she opens it and looks inside. There's a tiny light on the bottom. So small, a human couldn't see it.

"What is this?"

"Look closer, angel. Don't you recognize it?"

She drops the box.

"A piece of the Mithras."