EXT. PARKING LOT

  Robert meets a tall, blonde woman in a long coat.

  Epa: Hello, there.

  Robert: Epa? Why are you here...?

  Epa: I've seen what you're doing, and, I appreciate it immensely, but you can't do it. We have people working on this, you're going to screw everything up.

  Robert: Okay, I can be one of them. Deputize me.

  Epa: I'm afraid that's not possible. You've been declared an enemy of the realm. I shouldn't be talking to you, I'm just trying to warn you about Lucky.

  Robert waits, looking concerned, but puts a hand on her shoulder.

  Robert: Thank you for this. I know what it means to fight them. Are... you planning to do anything else? Something you may need my help with?

  Epa: I'll send word, if so. Not yet.

  Robert shakes her hand.

  Robert: Please do. I want to help.

  Epa: Of course. Don't tell your friends about me, just tell them you found another note. Coded. I would've done that, but I didn't have time. It's hard to find a code the Rogues won't break.

  Robert gives a knowing nod.

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  Robert: Good luck, Epa.

  Epa: Likewise.

  Epa walks back behind a building, and vanishes with a bright red light. Robert stands, alone in the parking lot, then starts to weave his way through the cars on his way out.

  INT. DEL'S YELLOW HOME IN SUBURBS

  Dylan and Blade sit at home. Del's home, it turns out, and his body is still there. They come here to partially reanimate him, and ask him questions from time to time, because he is still anchored to their realm.

  Dylan crouches down.

  Dylan: I want to ask him a question.

  Blade: Can you do that?

  Dylan: Yes, but it's not something we're supposed to do.

  Blade: Well, you've gone this far.

  Dylan: (nods) True enough.

  Dylan opens his fingers, and slowly places them on Del's chest. Del's eyes are forced open, bloodshot and wide.

  Del takes a bloody, gargling breath.

  Del: What do you want?!?

  Dylan: How'd Robert know your name?

  Del: I don't know. He's a conniving little shit. You were better off without him.

  Dylan: You wouldn't lie to me from beyond the grave, would ya?

  Del: Not to you. You were one of the good ones. I don't know what you're doing down here, but whatever it was that happened, whatever sentence you were given, you didn't deserve it. Whoever's making these decisions lately doesn't have all our best interests in mind.

  Blade: Okay, hold on, let me get something straight, here. You guys are Angels, right?

  Del: Whatever you want to call us.

  Blade: Just be specific about something!

  Del ponders this for a moment.

  Del:...Nah.

  Dylan: Del, we trust her. she's gonna help us find more Rogue Angels.

  Del: Very few of them will want to be found.

  Dylan: Why'?

  Del: 'Cause you're gonna try and fucking draft them like you tried with me.

  Dylan: We needed, and still could use your help.

  Del: Even if I could, I'm not gonna help you assholes. Not after you've ruined a perfect situation for me. I didn't have to do anything but hide away.

  Dylan: That's not an option, anymore. You need to find a way.

  Del looks appalled at Dylan daring to order him around.

  Del: What gives you the right to command anything of me?

  Dylan: I'll get my friend Robert to betray your location.

  Del: You don't know where my soul is kept!

  Dylan nods, and squints his eyes.

  Dylan: I think I do.

  Del looks, terrified, at Dylan. He's convinced...