Lucas left the church with Rachel, David and Mark, looking around carefully as she walked. The pale-skinned, silver-haired female angel of vengeance stood quite taller than the other girls.
"They won't attack us in broad daylight all of a sudden, you know." - Said Rachel. Lucas shrugged. "Right now I'm being paid to ensure the safety of you girls."
"Paid? You're getting Dr Peppers and some other soda! That's not even booze." - Said Mark.
"So? Colombiana is a great soda. And you Americans don't know how good you have it with Dr Pepper. And I don't drink anyways. Before anyone asks, matter of taste, and I'm perfectly fine with using alcohol as seasoning. - Lucas said in a tone of one that had explained this a lot before. - "As for money, I'm a free-lance translator, so I'd not really do this for the cash. Even because Lois wouldn't give me cash."
"Yes! The angels are here to take away the demons!" - A voice cried out from the side. Mark and David paused and did a double-take to see a turtle-like man crossing the street towards them. Rachel rolled her eyes at the man. Lucas was a bit more eloquent:
"What."
"You are a servant of God, sent here to help us against the demons, right? To take the demons back to Hell?" - the turtle man pressed.
Lucas smiled politely to the man at that. "Sure!" - She said, in a tone that nearly convinced Rachel that she was serious while getting Mark and David to look quizzically at her. "And you are here to defeat Krang and Shredder, right?"
"What?"
"Well." - Said Lucas, her polite grin suddenly turning into a very sarcastic scowl - "Since you are a humanoid turtle, you clearly are a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, here to protect us against Krang and Shredder, as per the show, right?"
"Uhm, no, I..."
"Then, Leonardo, what makes you assume that I'm part of a work of literature when you aren't one? Worse yet, what the hell makes you so eager to offend a perfectly nice girl based on her looks? Which, might I add, are quite att... Er, you are over eighteen, right?" - Rachel looked surprised and nodded - "Attractive, yes. Where was I? Oh, right. Shut up and listen, Michelangelo. And even worse, you have the gall to offend me by claiming I serve someone, anyone, let alone your god? Your god is a god of hatred and punishment, of war and fire and burning of infidels. A god of pain, of suffering, of torture, of inquisitions and witch-hunts, of genocides against natives, with crosses and syphilis, of slavery and oppression, of sexism, intolerance and xenophobia. And before you ask, you idiot, this isn't about the Christian god. Because no god is as un-Christian as yours! You call yourself a Christian, and here you are, Donatello, attacking your fellow human beings based on their looks, as I'm pretty sure Jesus or the actual God would never do. And you have the sheer gall to compare me to a servant of him? Screw you, Raphael! If you think the changed must perform the role of their new forms, give me one good reason why you're not living in the sewer right now, even though that's clearly where you belonged even before the Iridescent Sun!"
"How dare you??" - The turtle man looked ready to attack Lucas, numbers be damned. Lucas smiled and partially drew her sword, stopping the turtle man dead in his track.
"I dare with a sword. And style. Well, mostly a sword. Oh, and sarcasm. Also, a fluency in English, thanks for noticing. So I dare with a sword, style, and... Mmm. Amongst the things with which I dare are such diverse elements as a sword, style, sarcasm, a fluency in English and... You got the idea. Now leave. Whatever I do to you if you attack me is self-defense."
The turtle man saw the sword and - through his anger - managed to calculate the odds. He stepped away and left without one more word.
"Well, that was fun." - Lucas smiled as if nothing had happened at all - "So, Rach, you said Hell's Kitchen had some nice grilled meats, right? Think we can stop by an exchange house? I'd like to try their T-bone steak! Rare, of course."
Rachel looked at Lucas.
"Somewhere, an asylum is missing an inmate, isn't it?"
Lucas smiled: "Yep."
The trio made their way to Hell's Kitchen, after stopping by a nearby exchange house.
