Searching for strangers in a small town was incredibly easy. After all, the angels had no legal identities. They were on business trips to the mortal world and could only stay in places that did not require registration.
There was no subway station in town, so that could be ruled out.
The angels used human money, so they could stay anywhere that cost money. The bodies God had made for them were not much stronger than human bodies; they still needed food and rest. All Cloak had to do was check the town's brothels, clandestine hookers, motels, movie theaters, and fast-food restaurants.
Cloak of Levitation's speed had never been in doubt. It was only slightly slower than Barry, but it had an advantage Barry lacked: it was exceptionally sensitive to energy.
Sniffing around like a dog for a scent identical to corpse energy, it quickly located the two angels in a motel. It even clung to the window and eavesdropped on their conversation.
It then returned to Deathstroke's side and wrote what it had heard onto the Sorcerer Supreme's back, along with the motel's switchboard number and their room number.
In any case, whatever it communicated with Strangle, the Sorcerer Supreme would know as well. There was no difference.
"Alright, we know where they are. Let's go to the street and call them." Su Ming pointed beyond the woods, where they could see the edge of town and a public phone booth by the road. "Who has change? Give me twenty cents."
Bobo tossed over a few coins. They were his pocket money. "You actually went out without bringing any money?"
"Mobile payments are everywhere in my world. Who still carries coins around when they go out? All I can say is this Earth is too backward." Su Ming grabbed