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As Crowley appeared in the shady alley, he immediately called bullshit.

His informants, whilst he didn’t exactly know who they were due to their anonymity, had sounded promising. His job was hard enough, but the occasional tip on potential clients or runners moved things along nicely. But… A place like this? No. He sensed nobody, couldn’t see a damn thing- another supposed lead which led to jack. Brilliant.

Crowley turned and was about to exit stage left when he heard something. He froze and listened. The wind? It was definitely some sort of whooshing noise. Echoing off the cramped alley walls. And… It was getting louder? Suddenly realizing that the growing sound was coming from behind him, the King spun around. Just in time to see a large blue box with a flashing light atop it begin to materialize out of thin air. Soon, it was solid, and the noise stopped.

Crowley stood, transfixed, eyes wide. He hadn’t seen anything like it ever before. What… Was it? Some new angel technology? Surely the humans hadn’t come up with anything like it- they weren’t even at teleportation yet. And yet, the words across the top read ‘POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX’. So who, or what—

Crowley’s train of thought was cut off as he heard voices doing from… Yes, inside the box, how peculiar. With a thought, he was at the far end of the alley, hidden behind a wall and invisible, listening intently.

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