group 3B – Alastair showdown
By this point, Alastair had received word that all three locations were under attack. In the scheme of things, it was nearly according to contingency plans. The Winchesters and friends, no doubt, had gotten someone to talk faster than he had predicted, but he knew that with God in his clutches, it had only been a matter of time before at least one location was revealed and taken down.
Still, he was impressed with their thoroughness, so much so that he stood by a window in the upstairs room of the old theatre, smiling widely. The smiling made those working for him shift restlessly, but Alastair ignored them, focused on sensing the fighting below.
If they destroyed what he'd built, he would just start again. He had all the time in the word, after all. Even if the group in this building got as far as where he was with a large number of the most skilled he had culled from all the seedy places, and the most affluent, in the city, he could still use that because, no doubt, their 'team' included those he was so looking forward to seeing.