The Archangels Sanctum. Perched near the top of a hill in Folsom, nestled amongst the neighborhood like any other estate of sprawling houses. Striker had put the word out to those who might want to join the Archangels that this was the place to be.
He waited casually outside the gate wearing his usual jeans and T-shirt hoping the new faces would show. Their numbers were low and it was getting tough looking after the entire sanctum by themselves, sharing the load would be good, and the payoff would be that they could share the powerful hallow they had secured. That had to be a good deal right?