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"Very well." Tyson replied.

"Here." Sharp said, handing a special badge from his desk to Sierra.

"Signifies you as a temporary, but current, employee of the Unit." he told her.

"Now go." he told the both of them.

"Save this city."

"Am I sure about this?" Ty asked in response.

"No, and yes." he said.

"No, I'm not sure I want to suffer the torment of that many banshees. One would have to be dangerously insane to actually wish that on themselves." he told her.

"But I AM sure that I don't want others to suffer the torment of ANY banshees." he then said further.

"And because we have so little time, take that as my accepting this mission." he then told Sharp.

"Done." Sharp replied.

"You know more about this than us, so you're in charge of directing Agent King, and his placement and movement to get the banshees away." he then told Sierra.

Sharp raised an eyebrow slightly.

'Well, HER tone changed...' he thought.

"So you want to use me as bait to lure the banshees away from this city, and suffer the torment that comes from being attacked by them." Ty commented.

"Essentially." Sharp replied.

"....." Ty was silent for a moment, and then sighed.

"All right, I'm in." he said.

Ty raised an eyebrow when Sierra said what she did.

"Eh?" he muttered.

"Have a seat." Sharp said.

Tyson nodded and sat down beside Sierra.

"Sierra, this is Agent Tyson King." the djinn said.

"Agent King, this is Sierra." he went on.

"Nice to make your acquaintance." Ty said to her.

"Now... why am I here?" he asked.

"I'll let Sierra explain it." Sharp responded.

"...........I see." Sharp replied.

"That is something that I have only heard of once before, and that was many MANY centuries ago." he admitted.

"Well, your help is appreciated." he told her.

"You may have just saved this city, depending on what Agent King has to say." he commented.

After a few more minutes, his secretary buzzed him, and he was told that Ty was there.

"Send him in." he said.

The door then opened, and Ty stepped inside the room.

"Agent King knows of sacrifice." Sharp told her.

"And... I feel he will be the perfect bait for these banshees... in more ways than one." he said further.

"Now, tell me... why are you helping us?" he asked.

"Why are you standing against your own kind?" he asked further.

"What compels you to do such?"

"...but it would not be fair to their victim..." Azazel muttered.

"Sacrifices will need to be made." Sharp responded. "That being said, it will only be with their consent." he went on, before nodding,

"I can think of someone that may be perfect." he told her.

"Azazel, go and make sure we are as prepared as possible for the worst." he told the demon. "And have my secretary call Agent King here." he added.

Azazel was silent, before nodding.

"All right." he said.

"See you later, Sierra." he told the banshee, before getting up and leaving to do what he'd been ordered to. Time was of the essence, after all.

Sharp and Azazel looked at each other in silence for a moment.

"Well... hm." Sharp muttered.

"What do you mean 'cannot die'?" Azazel asked her.

"Do you mean, like, is forever alive, and can never lose their life?" he asked.

"Or... won't STAY dead?"

".........." Azazel was silent as Sierra said what she did.

"I... see." he said.

"...well then..." he mumbled, sounding dejected.

"Right." Sharp said.

"Then what do you propose we do?" he asked her.

Sharp was silent for a moment, before cursing.

"Damn it all." he said.

"Just... god damn it all." he growled.

"We need to try and prepare to drive them away." he went on.

"And we don't have much time." he mumbled.

"I'll help." Azazel commented.

"I'm a demon. I can take them."

"Only a few minutes." Azazel responded.

And sure enough, about 3 minutes later, they stepped into the secretary's office.

"Mister Sharp is expecting you." the lady said with a smile.

"Come on." Azazel told Sierra.

With that, the two of them stepped into the office, where Sharp was sitting as his desk, looking at them.

"Have a seat." he told them, but mostly to Sierra.

"You won't be alone." Azazel told her.

"I promise you that." he said.

"I VOW it." he told her determinedly.

"You're one of the nicest folks I know." he went on.

"You don't deserve to have to fight this alone."

"This way." Azazel said.

With that, the two of them headed deeper into the building.

"Within the hour?" he then asked.

"For real?" he asked her.

"Damn..." he cursed.

"I'll make sure you get in to see Sharp." he said.

"But Jake might call ahead, let him know we're coming."

"Azazel, you know her?" Jake asked.

"Yes, I do." Azazel replied.

"I can vouch for her. She doesn't have any abilities to control or influence me, and when she says there's trouble, then there's massive trouble." he told him.

"...how big is 'massive'?" Jake asked. "As in... city-wide devastation?" he asked further.

Azazel just nodded.

"...something says I should trust you." Jake said to Sierra, before he unlocked the door.

"Hurry inside."