Note:  Please read the first part of chapter 4 before this.

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	Elisa slept the entire day away, and it was half-an-hour before sunset before she awoke.  Realizing
she would be late, she took a quick shower, and threw on her usual attire.  When she got to the Eyrie Building,
she raced pass the security guard who must have wondered silently why this cop had so much business with
Mr. Xanatos.  The sun had just dipped below the horizon when the elevator finally reached its destination. 
When Elisa reached the Gargoyles, they had already awakened and the cybernetic pair was telling of what 
happened as they slept.
	"Sorry, guys", she blurted out.  "I over-slept.  I guess you haven't found Angela or Gabriel yet", she
addressed Coldstone and Coldfire.
	"Sadly, no", Coldfire replied.  "There were too many Humans around during the day to check 
everywhere.  The two of them could still be in the city..."
	"Then why are we wasting time talking?"  insisted Broadway.  "Let's go find them".
	One by one, the Gargoyles jumped form the parapets, catching an updraft.  Goliath took Elisa in his 
arms and carried her off into the night.
	"Goliath?  Come in.  This is Xanatos", the billionaire's voice coming in over Goliath's headset.
	"What is it?  Has Valiant found Angela and Gabriel yet?"
	"No.  It is difficult for Valiant to track them without them wearing their headsets.  I was hoping 
Coldstone and Coldfire had some luck".
	"They found no trace of them.  But we are all searching now.  We'll find them".
	"Very good.  I'll have Valiant continue to monitoring the area around the building.  If they should
return, I'll let you know.  Xanatos out".
	"You know, there was a time I never thought it possible", Elisa mused.
	"Thought what possible, Elisa?"  inquired Goliath.
	"Well, that Xanatos could actually act like a decent person".
	Goliath chuckled.  "One thing you can be certain about Xanatos is that he is always full of surprises".
	"Yeah, I guess so.  I'm just glad his recent surprises have been pleasant ones".
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	The Gargoyles had split up to broaden their search area.  Broadway and Brooklyn had paired off
 to search for the missing.
	"I hope she's OK"  Broadway worried.  "Do you think she's OK, Brooklyn?"
	"I don't know, Brother", Brooklyn answered, "but what of we really know about this Gabriel 
anyway?"
	"Well, he's Angela's rookery brother..."
	"And Coldsteel is Goliath's rookery brother, and Demona was Goliath's mate, and look what they 
both did.  Coldsteel betrayed his siblings, and Demona betrayed her whole clan... our clan.  Don't you 
remember?  We can't be sure of anyone any more, Brother".
	Broadway was shocked by Brooklyn's words, but only at first.  When he thought about it, he
realized Brooklyn was right, and that made him worry even more.
	Seeing his growing concern, Brooklyn said, "Don't worry so much, My Brother.  We'll find her.  
Rescue her, it need be.  She'll be safe in your arms once again".
	Broadway smiled at him.  The big, blue-green Gargoyle was finally relieved that Brooklyn 
acknowledged the relationship between himself and Angela.  He had thought his rookery brother might
be jealous and hold a grudge.  But looking at Brooklyn, he only saw him smiling back.
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	Angela was filled with guilt.  She felt like a trader, but what had happened last night felt so good.
	So why did she feel so bad? 
	But she was thankful for one thing, they hadn't gone too far.  She had never BEEN with a male 
before.  Sure, she had kissed and cuddled Broadway before, but never more than that.  She wasn't sure if she
was ready for more than that yet, and she was glad she didn't have to find out last night.
	But still... their embrace,... their kissing... she never realized how passionate Gabriel could be.
Growing up together on Avalon, they had been the best of friends... 
	... But could they be lovers?
	Through the high-placed, cracked narrow window, the light of day dimmed.  Angela and Gabriel
broke-out of their stone skin, the fragments falling to the dusty concrete floor.  The abandoned basement they
had found just before dawn had served well as a hiding place as they slept the day away.
	"Come on, Gabriel", Angela urged, "We had better get back to the Castle.  The rest of the clan must
 be worried about us".  Angela opened the basement door to the alley and stepped outside.  Gabriel followed 
her.
	The night was clear again, and as beautiful as the night before.  And to Gabriel's eyes, Angela was 
very beautiful.  Last night had been a fantasy come true... at least in part.  There was only one thing left to 
do.
	"Angela...", he began, reaching for his pouch.
	"Angela!"  Broadway cried out, swooping out of nowhere.  "Thank goodness we found you".
	Brooklyn soon landed as well.  Crouching down on his hunches, he spoke into his headset mike.
"Goliath!  We found them!"
	Broadway slowly approached Angela.  "Don't worry, Angela.  You're safe now".  He then took
Angela's hands in his, and looked deep into her eyes.
	Angela was worried.  She feared Broadway would see the guilt in her eyes.  She lowered them.
	Broadway lifted her head, and kissed her gently on the lips.
	A single tear ran down her cheek.
	Gabriel's grip on his pouch loosened, and then this hand hung limply at his side.
	"Come on", Brooklyn sneered, grabbing Gabriel by his arm.  "Goliath wants to see you".
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	"What did you expect me to think!!"  Goliath roared.
	"I expected you to trust me... as one of your children, and as a member of your clan", Gabriel 
returned.
	"But you lied to us!"
	"I never said the Guardian sent us!  You assumed that!"
	Goliath lowered his eyes.  Gabriel was right with that point.  "But you didn't tell us everything.
About the skiff.  About it being your idea to come."
	"I never had the chance".
	"I can't believe you, Father!", Angela scowled.  "I can't believe you could not trust Gabriel!  He has
done nothing to earn your mistrust!"
	"You have no place to speak, Angela!"  Goliath snapped.  "You were irresponsible in leaving the
Castle without your headset, and without telling anyone where you were going.  You know better than that!"
	"Stop treating me like a hatchling!"
	"Then stop acting like one!"
	With a frustrated roar, Angela turned and stormed out of the main hall.  Gabriel quickly followed.
	"Where are you going?!  Don't turn your back on me!! COME BACK HERE!!!"  Goliath bellowed.
	"Wait!  Goliath!" Elisa cried, grabbing his forearm.  "Let them go.  I looks like we could all use a 
cooling down.  Besides, this is my fault anyway.  I guess I'm just becoming paranoid in my old age.  I'm 
sorry".
	Goliath shook his head.  "No, Elisa.  You are mistaken.  You are just trying to protect us, as any
member of my clan would".
	Elisa smiled at him, looking deeply in to his handsome eyes.  Drawing nearer, she was enveloped in 
his embrace.  She closed her eyes as she snuggled against his bare chest. 
	Sighing, she asked, "What are you going to do about Angela and Gabriel now?"
	"Don't worry", Goliath breathed, "I'll make it up to them.  Somehow".
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	After leaving the Great Hall in anger, Angela made her way to the courtyard.  Upset as she was, she
did not notice Gabriel following her.  She did not stop until she was in the center of the courtyard, where then 
she fell upon her haunches and, with a fist, pounded the cobblestones violently.
	Angela then felt a presence behind her.  Without turning around, she spat, "I have nothing more to 
say to you, Goliath!"
	"Angela.  It's me.  Gabriel".
	Angela stood up as she turned around, and her face brightened.  But then it quickly fell.  "I'm sorry,    Gabriel.  I didn't mean to get you in trouble".
	Gabriel shook his head.  "If anyone should apologize, it should be me.  I asked you to show me the 
city.  It's my fault.  But then again, I was always the one getting us into trouble when we where hatchlings".
	Angela laughed.  It was good to have Gabriel by her side again.  Just like old times.  
	Gabriel laughed as well.  He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.  But then again, 
there was nothing he didn't love about her.  
	But in a moment, Gabriel got more serious.  Clearing his throat, he began, "Angela, about what 
happened between us last night..."
	Angela interrupted,  "Gabriel, there is no reason to apologize for that.  It was clearly my fault".
	"No, Angela.  You... you don't understand.  I... I...",  Gabriel reached in side his pouch, and pulled
out the gold ring.  Shyly, he held it between his talons.  "This... This is for you".
	Angela gasped.  "It's beautiful".  
	"Not as beautiful as you are, My Angel".  Gabriel slipped the ring on to her middle talon of  her left
hand.
	"But why are you giving this to me?"
	"Because I love you, Angela".
	"Well, I love you, too.  You have always been my favorite rookery brother".
	"Yes, I know.  And you have always been my favorite sister.  But I want us to be more than siblings".
	At this, Angela's eyes widened, and for the first time, she could see what was going on here, and what
had really happened last night.  She also finally realized why she felt guilty about it.  
	"Gabriel.... I'm sorry... but, I can't".
	"Why not?  You said you loved me.  I want us to be together... forever".  Tears began to rim his
eyes.
	"Gabriel...".  Angela fingered the ring on her left claw.  "I'm sorry, but... there is someone... else".
	"No.  No, I love you".  Gabriel gripped her shoulders.  "And you love me.  You have to!"
	Gabriel crushed her into his body.  His wings enclosed around her.
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	"Hurry, Brother!"  Brooklyn called, as he climbed the spiral stairs to the top of the high tower.
Broadway was behind him, munching on the last few remnants of a snack.  "The night is young and we
have much of the city left to patrol".
	"Um... Brooklyn..." Broadway pondered, "Do you think Goliath will be hard on Angela?"
	"His own daughter?  No, My Brother.  Put your mind at ease.  Besides, we have more important 
things to worry about now.  We must finish our patrol before the dawn".
	Brooklyn then galloped on all-fours to reach the top way ahead of Broadway.  When he reached the
top, he walked over to the parapets and looked all around him.  But it was the scene unfolding in the courtyard
below that captured his interest.  
	When Broadway finally reached the top of the stairs, he said, "Perhaps you are right, Brooklyn.
She didn't do anything wrong.  I have faith in her, and I trust her".
	"Perhaps your trust is misplaced..."
	Brooklyn saw Broadway's face twist in confusion at his cryptic remark, so he quickly
added, "Look", pointing to the courtyard below.
	Slowly and carefully, Broadway walked over to the parapet and looked in the direction Brooklyn
indicated, and his face fell in disbelief.  Angela was in Gabriel's arms, held firmly against his body.  He 
watched as Gabriel enveloped Angela in his wings, and kissed her dark silky hair.
	"You see, My Brother, they betray you", Brooklyn suggested.
	Broadway felt his soul being ripped apart.  His heart was heavy with sorrow, but beginning to fill with rage.  How could she?  How could they?   A single tear fell down his cheek.
	"No...", Broadway moaned softly.
	"Yes, My Brother", Brooklyn asserted as he placed a clawed hand on Broadway's shoulder.  "Sadly, yes..."
	"No..." Broadway shook his head, eyes closed.  Clenching his fists, he scraped away a part of the 
stone, leaving deep scars in the parapet.  When he opened his eyes, they burned white-hot.
	"NOOOO!!!"  Broadway roared, leaped from the tower, and glided down to the courtyard in a rage.
	Standing back, Brooklyn smiled a sly smile.
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	Angela felt as if she was being suffocated in Gabriel's crushing embrace.  Using all of her strength,
she broke away from his arms and pushed away from his body, tears streaming from her eyes.  "Gabriel... I...",
she began,  but she never got the chance to finish.  For from above, Broadway swooped down, slamming into
Gabriel with a flying tackle.  Broadway's roar of outrage shook the Castle, and reached the highest heavens, 
filling them.  
	Not knowing why he was being attacked, Gabriel struggled with his large assailant anyway, more out  
of a sense of self-preservation than anything else.  Finally, Gabriel gasped, "Why... why are you attacking
me?!?".
	"Like you have to ask, Dear Brother!"  Broadway snarled.
	"Brother?"  Gabriel asked, puzzled, just before Broadway's ham-sized fist connected with Gabriel's
jaw, sending him sprawling to the cobblestones.
	Thankfully, Gabriel was not knocked unconscious, but he was knocked for a loop.  Rubbing his chin, 
he quickly contemplated the situation, and came to a startling conclusion.  "So... it is YOU!  You are my 
rival!"  With a lion-like roar, Gabriel went on the offensive, leaping upon the obese Gargoyle, claws flailing
wildly.
	After coming out of her initial shock, Angela began to protest, "STOP THIS!  STOP FIGHTING!"
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	"WARNING!  DISTURBANCE IN SECTOR 5!  REQUEST FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS."
	Xanatos shot up from this desk as Valiant gave his alarm.  "Report, Valiant!  What is the 
disturbance?" he ordered.
	"PROTECTORATES GABRIEL AND BROADWAY ARE HAVING AN ALTERCATION IN
SECTOR 5".
	"Put it on the main screen".
	Valiant's "face" disappeared.  In its place appeared a video of the courtyard, but what filled the 
majority of the screen was the titanic battle enfolding in front of the camera.  Xanatos' gaze, however, centered
on the flashes of red that appeared from second to second.  It was blood!  Blood apparently from wounds 
caused by razor sharp claws.
	"YOUR COMMAND?" Valiant asked.
	"Stand down, Valiant.  I'll take care of this,... with a little help".  Picking up his headset, Xanatos
spoke into the microphone, "Goliath!  Meet me in the courtyard.  It's a matter of life and death".
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	"STOP THIS!  STOP FIGHTING!"
	But Angela's pleas were futile.  Realizing this, she began to steep forward to end to the fight.
But as she did, she felt a pressure encircle her upper arm.  It took her a moment to realize it was a claw. 
Turning her head, she saw the owner of the claw.  It was Brooklyn.
	"Brooklyn!  What are you doing?!"  Angela gasped.  "We have to stop them!"
	"No", Brooklyn stated, his lips twisting into a sinister smile, "Let the fools fight.  Let them kill each
other.  I don't care.  You deserve better than either of them, My Lovely".
	Brooklyn grabbed her other arm and drew her close.  So close he could only see the shock, then fear,
in her eyes.
	His eyes then took on an evil white glow.  "You're mine...."