things had never been worse, like the officers said, then the rest of the whisper made sense, too.
He had been chosen for such a time as this.
JAG AND ASPYN stood in the corner of the room, invisible to human eyes. The news was troubling but not surprising. They had been told from the beginning that this mission would be dangerous. And so it would be. The officers had no idea how serious the gang activity would be that night.
But Jag and Aspyn knew.
They knew about Dwayne Davis and his plan to kill Marcus Dillinger. They knew about the trap Lexy was in and the desperation that filled every home along the streets of this neighborhood. That’s why they were here.
It was time to decide where they would take their stands.
“I’ll be a police officer.” Jag spoke first.
“Good.” Aspyn looked serious, her mind working. “I’ll be a volunteer. A local parent.”
Jag liked the idea.
“We need to break up the gang activity tonight. EastTown plans to kill Dwayne. They know he’s pushing to be the leader of the WestKnights.”
“Such a waste.” Aspyn stayed in place. “Why do they want to kill each other?”
“Sons and daughters of Adam have strange ways of finding identity and power.” Jag watched the two police officers, the mayor, and Marcus Dillinger. “The offer of love and salvationis available for any of them.” He felt the pain of earth. “But they choose this.”
They needed a plan for tonight. Aspyn was small but capable. Jag believed in her. He steadied himself. “The biggest danger tonight is Dwayne Davis. One of us has to stay here at the center. Distract Marcus. Keep him from going out front. No way Dwayne’s coming inside the center tonight. Not with the police here.”
“I’ll stay. I can distract him.” Aspyn’s confidence was unwavering. “All of heaven will be praying. Don’t forget that.”
“Exactly.” Jag thought for a moment. “I’ll deal with the EastTown gang . . . and keep watch over Dwayne.”
Aspyn must’ve seen the look in his eyes. She put her hand on his shoulder. “You have nothing to avenge, Jag. Nothing to prove.” Her smile was weighted with understanding. “This is a new mission.”
“I know.” New mission or not, Jag had a score to settle with the enemy. He needed to succeed at this Angels Walking mission. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” Aspyn knew Jag’s past, the reasons he hadn’t been on a mission in ten years. “Remember how this works. You can’t have the assistance of heaven unless you follow the rules.”
“Of course.” He reached out to her. “Let’s pray.”
They held hands and asked God to guide them, to give them wisdom and vision, and to help them prevent any loss of life—one of the directives of those angels who walked among the sons of Adam.
Jag turned to Aspyn. “Godspeed.”
“You, too.”
And with that they were gone.
5
J AG HAD NO TROUBLE finding the alley where the EastTown Boyz hunkered down, waiting for nightfall. He could see the enemy gathered in the shadows up and down the passageway. He could feel the presence of darkness.
You’re not winning this one ,he thought to himself. “Jesus has already defeated you.” He uttered the words out loud and smiled when the demons in the shadows cringed, when they shrank back in fear.
The name of Jesus. Scripture was clear about the power of that one name. At the mention of Jesus the demons had no choice but to obey. Every time.
But that didn’t mean the enemy would run from a fight.
As soon as they gathered themselves, the dark beings lunged toward Jag, hissing at him, trying to scare him from their gathering. “This is our territory.”
But Jag wasn’t about to move. “I’m here in the name of Jesus.”
Again they twisted, writhing in pain at the sound of the name of the Savior.
Jag felt a holy satisfaction. How dare the enemy send his evil army to destroy the sons and daughters of God, His chosen ones, His creation? Moments like this made Jag