The footage froze. Amanda Waller didn't blink.
The screen held the moment: a black-armored figure driving a blade toward Homelander's throat while black smoke poured from the body like oil from a cracked drum. Behind him, a woman with a golden rope. Above, a winged figure with a mace that glowed.
"Again," Waller said.
The technician played it again. The blade. The smoke. The angel in the trenchcoat who appeared from nowhere and cut through demons like they were paper.
"Freeze." Waller leaned forward. Her coffee was cold. She hadn't touched it in two hours. "Those two. The ones who arrived last. The ones with the gun."
Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. Their faces were caught mid-stride, half-turned toward the camera, the ancient revolver between them.
"There's no record of them," the analyst said. She was young. Nervous. Her fingers twitched on the keyboard. "We ran facial recognition. Nothing. We ran prints from the shell casings. Nothing. We checked every database. Military. Criminal. Interpol. These two don't exist in system"
" So, someone may be helped them to clean all previous data "
"Yes, ma'am. But someone cleaned them. Thoroughly. Professionally. The only thing we found was a sealed juvie record for the younger one. Breaking and entering. Multiple counts. Then nothing. As if someone expunged everything after age eighteen."
Waller's jaw tightened. "And the third one. The one in the coat."
The analyst pulled up a separate image. Castiel. The trenchcoat. The blade. The face that held no expression even in the middle of battle.
"We have nothing. No records. No matches. No data trail. He wasn't on any camera before the battle. He didn't leave on any camera after. He just appeared and disappeared."
"Teleportation."
"It appears so, ma'am.
Waller turned from the screen. Her office was cold. She kept it that way. "Get me answers. Not observations."
The door opened.
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Lady Toni Bevell walked in like she owned the room. She didn't. But the Old Men had been around longer than Cadmus, longer than most governments, and she carried that history in the way she moved.
"Those two," she said, nodding at the frozen screen, "are Winchesters. Dean and Sam. Their grandfather was Henry Winchester. A Men of Letters of America"
Waller's eyes narrowed. "Lady Toni. Why are you here?"
"Amanda. Don't be like this." Toni took a chair without being offered one. "I'm here because supernatural event happened and whole world had footage of it"
"It was a metahuman incident. My supes are dead."
"Your supes were possessed. By demons. Actual biblical demons. That footage you've been freezing and rewinding for two hours? That's not a power fluctuation. That's black smoke. Hell essence. The thing that killed your assets was older than Rome."
Waller didn't blink. "I don't believe in demons."
"They don't care."
The analyst was frozen at her keyboard. Waller noticed. "Out."
The woman fled.
Waller turned back to Toni. "Fine. Explain. Who are the Winchesters?"
"Hunters. The American Men of Letters died in 1958. Henry Winchester vanished. The organization collapsed.
From what I heard These Winchesters are now mere hunter and have found The bunker of men of letter, The archives"
"And the one in the coat?"
Toni's expression flickered. " Dotn know form what i can analyse he may be an angel "
The silence stretched.
"An angel."
"Yes."
"Wings. Harp. Angel."
"No wings you can see. No harp. But yes. An angel of the Lord. And the blade he carried kills demons permanently. Something even your best weapons can't do."
Waller walked to the window. Her back was straight. Her hands were clasped behind her.
" You are telling me demons can possess anyone "
" Looks r black eyes and yellow eyes these are signs of possession but demons only revela themselves, when you reveal that person is demon, in normal , we can't even see the color of eyes that he is possessed demon ,only holy water or salt can help, that thing we talk after this " Toni pointed at the screen. "The woman with the rope. Amazon. The rope burns with divine truth. The winged one. Nth metal mace. Disrupts magic. The sword. Forged by a god. Every effective weapon in that battle was supernatural."
Waller turned. "And the armor. The black suit."
"I was hoping you could tell me about that."
"It's Vibranium."
Toni's eyebrows rose.
"Captain America's shield," Waller said. "Same metal. Rarest substance on Earth. We've been trying to acquire it for years. Black market. Private collectors. Every source we had went dry six months ago. Someone bought it all. Every ounce."