The Preacher chucked the tablet onto the manual, the page on Rugal's escapades was open. "How does 'Conflict of Interest' sound?" He pointed to the paragraph detailing how Rugal stole The Angel's powers. "I do not believe for a second that you're trying to lead this charge out of Altruism or to 'Protect The Planet', everything you've done you've done so you could gain something yes? You have such a lucrative opportunity before you."Diablo1099 said:"I take it you were late to receive the memo. Yes, I have, your Most of the crew admit that I am more then qualified enough, though if you don't care for the change of ownership, please, give me a reason..."
The Preacher's right arm slinked around Rugal's head, his hand grabbing the man's forehead. He slammed Rugal's head into the seat to emphasise his postulations. "Why I can see it now, the armies of earth and these children at the spearhead leading the charge! All the while you command like the great general. Then, either through the thing those kids mentioned, or through pure attrition, its down to you and the Fallen Angel. And when he's weakened"
The Preacher stepped back, out stretching his arms like wings. "The Lord God Rises, And with all opposition wiped out or crippled."