[ WP ] Heaven is becoming overpopulated . Slums are developing , crime is rising , angels are sent in to keep the peace .

Michael always chuckled at the irony of it. They were angels, but the job was far from angelic. 
 
 Gabriel sat in the passenger seat of the unmarked squad car, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the dash, keeping an eye on the corner. There was a shooting here yesterday. Gang related. The Host of Hosts, Blessed be He, was getting pissed, his district restless. 
 
 `` Hey, hey Gabe'' Michael brought his partner to, with a sharp jab of a elbow to the ribs. 
 
 Gabe was roused from his trance, but before Michael had a chance to point their man out, Gabe gruffed a weary, `` yeah, yeah, I see the sonofabitch.'' 
 
 Out of a nondescript door, a hole in a seemingly endless wall of grafitti covered Jarusalem stone, popped first a head, and then after a tennative split moment, a whole body. 
 
 Eduardo Calegro was a arduent Catholic in life, and while most of his compatriots were feeling a bit more heat than he was, the G-Man appreciated a guy who, despite what his Church told him, lived a honest life ( even if the influx of spam mail on Sunday mornings crowded his inbox ). He also saw the shooting, apparently, and had to be taken in to get a statement. 
 
 Michael knew he was in a tough spot. Snitches were not looked upon kindly in this part of Heaven, where everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew to shut up when any of the men in white rolled through. 
 
 Eduardo spotted the car, and with a furitive glance over either shoulder, began walking towards it. 
 
 `` *Come on there buddy, easy now*'' thought Michael, willing all he could that Eduardo would get to the car before he could be seen. 
 
 A large pop sounded, with Eduardo falling to the ground, a pink mist having just escaped his theigh. As his head hit the pavement, a second pop, and growing red stream of blood began to spring forth from his throat. 
 
 Eyes wide in the middle of the street, the informant struggled for breath. Michael and Gabriel revved up the car, shielding Eduardo in the direction they thought the sound came from. Jumping out of their seats, pistols unholstered, Gabriel crouched behind the front of the car while Michael attended to the dying man. 
 
 Every word brought a small spurt of blood from his mouth. A gurgling sound followed, one that Michael knew too well after so many years on the beat. With his final breathes, Eduardo could only muster `` *Find the Mormon. *''
