As Angela's shout tore through the tranquil night sky, time froze for an instant, then began to reverse.
Schiller, who had already begun falling, slowly rose back up. Shattered glass fragments danced up from the ground and reassembled into a spotless floor-to-ceiling window. Schiller and Batman returned to facing each other, while everyone else backed out through the door, went down the stairs, and returned to the room on the fourth floor.
Constantine stood at the front, facing the demon that had already taken physical form. Kayla and Angela stood behind him, firing their guns. Angela turned to Kayla and said, "If I heard right just now, it sounded like you said something in Russian..."
"You'd better have heard wrong," Kayla said expressionlessly. Her gun was far more advanced than Angela's, fitted with a silencer for agents and loaded with more bullets.
Noticing that Angela's pistol was empty, she pulled a magazine from her waist and handed it over. Then she said, "Once we get out, forget everything that happened here. It'll be better for both of us."
"You're KGB, aren't you?" Angela took a deep breath. Under normal circumstances, if she encountered spies like this, she would have tried to arrest them. But thinking of what her sister had written in the letter, she could only say, "I think I know who you're looking for. Read this letter for yourself."
She handed the envelope to Kayla. It was not because Angela agreed with the Soviet Union's ideals, but simply because neither the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the CIA, nor the KGB could possibly stand by and watch an uncontrollable mysterious organization grow. So when it came to destroying that organization, they shared common interests.
Kayla merely glanced over the envelope before returning it to Angela. Then she gripped her