Who: the Antichrist (antekhrestos ) and National Security (absolutecontrol ) What: Why, a friendly chat, don't you know? Where: Jamie's Front Door When: About noon-ish Warnings: We'll see?
It had been a bear getting the information out of Jamie's secretary. She was a good woman, intent on keeping her master's secrets, but there wasn't a mortal alive that Christopher couldn't charm. They had been old college buddies, you see, and he'd just wanted to catch up with him. No, he wouldn't mind his address outed. Jamie'd introduced him to his wife, and they were so blissfully happy. It wouldn't hurt. Just this once?
Consequently, the lunch hour saw Christopher drinking Starbucks and reading the New York Times while sitting on Jamie's porch. He wouldn't be in the office due to personal matters, which was why he'd tried so hard to get the god's home location. National Security's power was strange in his head - these so-called New Gods just didn't sound right. He was used to musics, not blaring alarms and sirens. It was warming up, and Christopher made sure he was seated in a patch of sun to make the most of it.