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Constantine and Jane got into a very fancy car. It was a 1977 Chevrolet Camaro, painted yellow with two big black stripes in the middle. Harry couldn't resist. If there ever was going to be a Transformers movie, he was getting the cars first, then sell the idea in the movie. The OG Bumblebee car.
He couldn't wait to get the 07 Camaro car as well. He and Jane were currently driving towards Napa County, where Sheriff Thomas McAllister was located.
There was an awkward silence in the car, especially with the 80's rock music playing. But Jane didn't mind it so much. He was finally going to accomplish his role. And Harry?
Him being awkward? Impossible, his face is thicker than his Hex Barriers. He was thought by Vincent, the man is so old he can be considered ancient. He will make things awkward and difficult for you while having a smug look on his face. Something that Harry obviously picked up on.
'Oh, we just got a whole shipment of Manzanilla De La Muerte. The manchineel tree, the tree of death. Every part of the tree was poisonous and the fruit of the tree resembles a green apple. Its native around the costal areas of Central America. The sailors that ate it died a painful death. The little apple of death. ' Constantine just got an update over the Harry network. And this was the mutated magical version of the plant. Well that's nice, more poisonous things to mess around with. Harry got a shipment of mostly apples and a few trees.
"Mr. Constantine, just out of curiosity how are you connected to the Supernatural"
John slowly lit a cigarette and took in a drag "I'm a hunter by trade. I hunt things that hurt humans. Vampires, werewolves, stray devils etcetera. But I fucked up a mission so now I'm being punished to work as an ordinary assassin."
Jane didn't really react to the monsters he mentioned, but was curious about this so called punishment. As a mentalist and con man, its practically a habit to gather information and quirks of people. "Punishment? By whom? Who could punish you"
Constantine awkwardly rubbed his neck "Technically he would be my father in law in normal terms. But in the supernatural he is the leader of the Clan I married into. Even though he is a teenager"
"A teenager punished you" Jane let out a smile
John huffed "Laugh it up mate. People like me are pretty famous, yet we can't hold a candle to that freak of nature."
Jane raised an eyebrow "How strong is this teenager"
"Let me put it to you this way. It would take him fifteen minutes to slaughter half of Sacramento." Harry let out a smirk. He loved doing this. Jane was obviously going to tell someone about the Supernatural. But what happened to him after that wasn't his problem. He was creating a boogieman. The Belmont Lord. When Harry reaches his twenties the Lord will obviously be the same age and will have a lot of accomplishments on his name.
Harry hopes that someday he can just drop the name Lord Belmont and the scrubs of the supernatural would just run away. Someone you know about and know their weaknesses isn't scary. But a mysterious boogieman who kills everything in his way and doesn't leave witnesses? That's concerning, if you have no data, you can't plan around him. Is he a sane and reasonable man or is he crazy and petty? You don't know which one you will get and if you choose wrong you suffer big losses.
"I see" Jane said with a blank look. That was hard to even imagine. Sacramento had a population of 400 000 people (In 1992), thirty minutes to wipe out a city. This was actually not far off. Harry's destructive force was nowhere near needed to destroy a city. Affecting a city with one attack was the bare minimum required for Ultimate Class. When you destroy a city with one attack you are officially an Ultimate Class.
But killing everyone in it within thirty minutes was doable for Harry, drop a few poison nukes and leave. Use magic to spread the poison smoke cloud and let loose the Ayakashi, along with some golems and there you go, a dead city.
Of course in this scenario there are only ordinary humans involved. And there are never just humans involved in anything.
After driving for another hour they arrived in Napa County and went straight for the Sheriffs office. Jane walked in first alone, a gun tucked away on the back of his pants. There was only one man in the station.
Thomas McAllister was a man in his late fifties, possibly early sixties. He had gray hair and a clean shaven face. Though he did have a moustache the first time Jane met him. His sheriff's hat kept people from noticing his balding head.
Thomas looked surprised to see him "Patrick Jane. Well this is a surprise. Were is agent Lisbon, she usually isn't too far away from you."
Jane just nodded "Well she was a little busy. So its just me this time" but on the inside he was feeling disappointed in himself 'I can't believe I didn't see it before. Its his eyes. I just assumed those were the eyes of an old man looking to make his life interesting like Brat Stiles. No this was the look of a man playing a game only he knew. Its been only a few days since he has seen the tape. I think he never would have imagined I would find him this quickly. I am going to enjoy this.'
Thomas laughed "Ha, makes me glad I was only a sheriff. Those agents always running around, busy, busy, busy. No thank you, the quiet country life suits me just fine. A minor crime or two every few months. A murder maybe once a year. Its pretty peaceful."
Jane felt a little buzzing in his ears. A signal that Constantine was finished 'Well that's enough of that' he quickly drew his gun and shot Thomas in the shoulder.
This was completely unexpected and caught Thomas of guard, pain erupted from his shoulder as blood started to quickly flow out of the wound.
"Jane are you insane! You shot me!" he went for his gun only to find that it had disappeared, he pulled out a drawer of his desk and his backup gun was also gone.
"No I'm quite sane. I must say I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. Hello Red John"
Thomas's eyes widened. Jane knew who he was, his people weren't anywhere near him and he was trapped in his own office. "How did you find out" Red John growled, he already pressed the panic button. Hoping to stall Jane long enough for his people to come and save him.
" Every other suspect had an alibi for the day of the Red John killings" Jane lied without even blinking. It was such a bad lie too, if that's all it took, his identity would be discovered much earlier. No Jane was mocking him.
He was trapped, he was no longer worthy of even considering as an opponent or threat.
"Well congratulations, you finally got your guy" Thomas was pressing down on his shoulder as he stood up with a wince. Jane looked at him silently
"What no clever comebacks"
Bang. Bang.
Jane shot him twice in the stomach. "How's that for a comeback"
Red John fell on his knees. Blood pooling from his his wounds. He felt despair, he was desperate, he had no weapons and no backup. He couldn't talk his way out of this situation.
'Noo. I refuse to die like this. I rule California, I can't die like this' at that moment the door bell ringed as the door swung open. It was one of his deputies.
"Help ME! Tiger, Tiger!" McAllister says desperately, pleading for his life. "KILL him!"
Jane didn't look worried. There was no way a human could get past Constantine. And the man himself said he would help Red John suffer. Jane immediately realized what the crazy magician was planning.
The deputy aimed at Jane, making Red John laugh "Hahaha. So close Patrick, but still not enough. You will join your family knowing that you were a failure, who couldn't protect or avenge them. Do it, kill him" he growled
The deputy nodded ready to pull the trigger, when he shifted his gun and shot Thomas in the knee.
"Ahhhhhh" Red John fell on the floor, covering himself in the small pool of blood that had formed there.
"Nicely done" Jane complimented as the deputy's figure was replaced by Constantine. "Thank you, it was a simple illusion but it got the job done. Now he is going to bleed out in a minute or two, so its time for my part."
Constantine approaches Red John, he wasn't going to take his soul.
He isn't risking it with regular humans. Wizards and Magicians are part of the supernatural. They are free game. But he doesn't want to piss off any Death Gods too soon. Or Heaven for that matter.
Its the same reason he doesn't use Time Turners. He isn't stupid, nobody screws with time travel and gets away with it. Time Gods would be on his ass quicker then you can say 'Oh Snap'. The only reason wizards probably keep getting away with it is because the Time Gods allow it. Like a little game. The Unspeakables mostly use Time Turners and most of them die during their experiments. Wonder why...
So Harry rips his mind apart just before the moment he dies. Red John started to scream. Since he was a normal human and had no defenses whatsoever it was laughably easy. Harry got Locations, Names, and a few passwords to storage unites, safes and safety deposit boxes. Where books and records are being kept of all the members.
The Blake Association was his. "I'm done"
Jane lets out a long sigh as he looks at the broken man lying in a pool of blood. The weight off his shoulders is gone. He had done it, his family could rest in peace now... and so could he. Now all that was left to do was say goodbye to the team at CBI.
"Thank you, truly" Jane gives the man next to him a grateful look as he raises his hand.
Constantine chuckled as he shook it "No problem. It was just good business. You should follow the news for the next year or two. Interesting things are about to start happening in California"
Jane shook his head "Its fine. Its none of my concern anymore. I'm done."
"What do you plan to do next?"
"I.. don't know. Never thought about it honestly"
Constantine looked at Jane's lost expression.
"Well good luck with your future endeavors. I'll be sending you back now" he snapped his fingers and a magic circle appeared beneath Jane
"What the.." Whooosh
One moment Jane was inside the Sherrif's office in Napa, the next he was standing inside the room in his house where Red John had killed his family. "Magic.. right"
He looked at the 'Smiley' on the wall written in blood. A symbol that has caused him so much pain and grief. Now was just a mark on a wall. Jane turned around and started to make his way back to the CBI. It was time to close this chapter in his life.
~ Grigori. Meeting
Here it was once again. The leaders of Grigori have sat down in the same room to discuss the future actions and current problems of their organization. And their fearless crazy leader decided to do something different for this meeting.
On the order of the Gouverneur General of Grigori. Everybody is to drink a barrel of Fire Whiskey during this meeting.
Now his fellow Cadres didn't mind drinking. But a whole barrel sounded reckless and insane. But the results turned out to be great, even the grumpy warmonger Kokabiel was enjoying the magical alcohol.
Azazel smiled as he watched the body language and micro expressions of his collogues. This might be the first time they have had a peaceful meeting like this. 'This has to be one of my best ideas yet. Get everybody drunk and happy, then we start with the doom and gloom.
Usually this would be a terrible idea. A drunk crazy Kokabiel is just madness. But a drunk and stoned Kokabiel who is too lazy to move is perfect. 'I'm standing that Irishman a big gift and a job offer. Combining Cannabis and Alcohol with the perfect ration into the Ultimate Relaxation Beverage that tastes good. Pure Genius.'
This might be a problem for humans, but they are Fallen, they process this differently. It wouldn't kill them, but it will make standing up difficult after this.
"Penemue what's next. Give us the fun stuff" Azazel called out as he raised his glass.
Penemue another Cadre in the organization looked at the files "Well Mystery Fallen is still killing Low and Mid Class Strays. Protecting humanity and what not."
Kokabiel scoffed "Ridiculous. It's probably and angel that fell for some reason and still decided to follow Father's teachings."
Many of the Cadre's agreed with him. Fallen generally don't help out humans out of the goodness of their hearts. Frankly most fallen hate and look down on humans. They were there when humans were created. When they were nothing more than just another species of ape.
Is kind of hard to have respect for a creature when you have seen its worst sides repeat over and over again.
Azazel's right hand man Shemhazai waved his hand. "Ignore it. He will either take care of the strays or die. Next topic"
"Alright, budget for the next year"
"BORING!"
""""""BOO. BOOOO""""" the Cadres started to boo at her.
Penemue facepalmed "Of course" but she will have her revenge. She learned a thing or two about Romania through her contacts. The Tepes Faction have a secret weapon. And she is going to put the file on Azazel's desk when he falls asleep. So when he wakes up with a hangover, he will still have no choice but to deal with the problem.
'That's what you get for pushing half your work on your employees. Now I drink' Penemue grinned as she pulled out a wine bottle and slowly started to enjoy it as she watched her fellow Cadres insult each other while trying to have some semblance of a meeting.
Azazel was going to regret this genius idea the next morning.