The Devil Went Down to Georgia. (OPEN)

America. Land of the free. Home of the brave...or some such shite like that. Sal didn't mind Americans, what he did mind was the fakeness of it all. If he could sum America up in a nice little package it would be a Stripper called Crystal, with fake tan, fake boobs and a willingness to say all the right things if it got your cash out of your wallet and into her thong.

Coincidentally, the stripper currently gyrating like an epilepsy sufferer in front of him was called Crystal. Even more coincidental, she fitted the description to a tee. The surgeon had done some nice work, you could barely see the scars.

Sal took a swig of his beer while all around him fat, over worked, under sexed middle aged men hollered and yammered for the girls attention. If there wasn't a hefty beating for diving the stage a few if not all would have.

Sal was content where he was, at the little side table, not far from the stage. Close enough to get an eyeful but far enough to avoid the sweat flicking off of her toned body every time she spun around the silver pole.

"You sure can pick your meeting places Norongachi." Said a man, taking a seat at the table next to him, never looking in his direction.

"I wanted to see what Ray Charles was singing about and i like hot girls in their underwear. Stands to reason i'd go to Georgia and hit up a titty bar." Sal responded, taking another swig from his Budweiser. "What do you have for me Gribb."

His contact was a mid-twenties, heavy set, skin head. He had the swastika tattooed on the back of his head. He also had a Hells Angels insignia pinned to his leather jacket. He wasn't what Sal would call his usual drinking buddy but the guy had connections that would make Seireitei's blood run cold.

"They got their hooks into the Quincy clan from Nebraska, fucking idiots think they're working against Soul Society. You'd think they'd let that grudge go ya know?" Sal just stared at him, then the swastika, then at his face, swastika, face, swastika. Was he the only one who saw the irony in that statement?

"Any chance i can head them off before they join the bad guys?" Sal had to smile, he had a sub-dimensional demon in his head, he killed and liked it and he was the good guy in all of this. It just went to show how fucked up the situation really was.

"Shit man, when has it ever been that easy?" Gribb responded with a grunt. He was right, it never was that easy. "Anyway i gotta go man, take care of yourself and like, don't let the world end 'kay?" With that the fat neo-nazi biker was gone.

"No pressure..." Sal mumbled and with a roar from the crowd a new girl came on. Summer he thought he heard, he wasn't paying attention, the length of her legs were doing a good job switching off his higher brain function.

Two beers and twenty pole rotations later and Sal hit the road. It was a long way to Nebraska and he had to deal with the Quincy before they joined up with the Twelves main force.

He ran through the air, miles slipping under him in seconds, hours passed and then he felt them. Just a glimmer of energy below in the city.

He descended and landed atop a large apartment block. They would know he was coming, Quincy were more attuned than most humans, more so than some Shinigami. All he had to do was wait for them to make a mistake and then he'd strike.

With her hood from her trench coat up and her breath clearly visible in the cold air, Lirit felt right at home. Only difference was that the few people up at this hour were speaking English and not Romanian. It was five in the morning and Lirit was half way on her drift through this small town. It was almost as if the town was dead with only a hand full of store open at this time. On the business street with in the Nebraskan town, Lirit figured to sleep the day from her night walk. Being in America Lirit was still not use to the time difference from the two countries, but she managed to settle sleeping days and afternoons and traveling in the night.

Walking down an alleyway, Lirit felt the bass from a club, or what she thought was a club, in the background. With the music raving on she found a large amount of cardboard that would supply a luxury of a bed for her since she had no money and was poor as fuck. With a large smile on her face she started to construct her bed bending any fold the sheets till they all reached the desired thickness Lirit wished for. Finally, having 12 layers if the dry sturdy card board stacked up to decent height.

"FUCK OFF!!" a girl said exiting the club, taking a large drink from a clear bottle and threw it at the door as it closed. stumbling off down the alley the girls dropped her purse not far from where Lirit stood. Taking a step to reach it , Lirit picked up the vinyl bag from the ground and tried to grab the blondes attention."Мисс! Мисс, вы уронили мешок руки." Lirit said pointing the the bag in her left hand. the blonde turned to Lirit, slurred a curse and continued to stumble off out of the alley way. With a puzzled look Lirit looked down to the bag as she walked back to her cardboard bed and took a seat. opening the bag Lirit had the biggest grin on her face, one that haven't been there in ages. within the bag were clutters of bills ranging from singles to hundreds. springing up with glee Lirit began to dance around like a child not noticing that a man was watching her from the door.

"Hey girl!" the man said startling Lirit. Without thinking Lirit turned on a pivot kicking a can into his direction making a groin shot out of what she thought was luck. Realizing what she did she stashed the vinyl bag in to her nap sack and paced to the man now on the floor in a fetal position because of the pain. "Oh, la naiba! Am pare rau domnule! a fost din pură surpriză Jur!" Lirit said kneeling down next to the man only to have another man burst threw the door. He was tall and well stocked in size with his broad shoulders. Lirit felt to stand but but instead she ran out fast as she could looking down to her once prized bed. Back into the streets frustrated she let her spirit pressure slip if only for a moment

The streets of Nebraska were quiet at this time of night. The only souls that staggered across the cold pavements were those who had stumbled out of a nightclub, making their way home after a hard night.

Sal walked amongst them, safe in knowledge that none of them could pierce the veil and see him. He passed by a bar, one of its employees closing the metal shutter and locking up for the night, when he felt a tremor in the air. It was subtle, barely a flicker, but it stood out against the mundane background noise that Humans pulsed into the ether.

He sped up and soon he was nearing a nightclub on the corner. He stopped by an electronics store on the left a few feet from the nightclub and looked in the window at the darkened TV's and PC's in the window.

He closed his eyes and focused, delving deeper and deeper into that part of his mind that could pick up the supernatural energies. It was a rare thing for any being from the other worlds outside of this one to be able to completely obscure their energy signatures. You just had to be attuned enough to recognize the differences from the static around it.

He stood there for ten seconds, like a statue, and then he felt it again. It was such a minor discrepancy that anyone else might have dismissed it but Sal was the paranoid type, he never assumed anything.

He turned casually from the window and spotted a girl across the street with the most bizarre hair he had ever seen, and he spent a lot of time in Alternative Nightclubs so that was quite a feat.

"Hey! You with the crazy hair!" He called out his voice carrying easily across the quiet street.

Walking with her slowed depressed pace, tired from lack of sleep. Lirit walked down the street looking in her bag wondering if she should even use the money she was 'given'. Never the less, she removed her trench coat and undid the braid that kept her hair. " i need a shower to wash you" she said to herself out loud. Running her fingers through her hair fishing out any tangles that say may have or for that matter make a note of stealing a hair brush to work at it later. she sighed to her self and started to hum to her self rubbing on her stomach hearing it rumble for the fifth time that night. "în curând veţi fi hrănire ca monstru sunteţi pentru un stomac" Lirit said out loud to herself with a smug grin on her face. She folded her trench coat neatly and shoved it in her nap sack. Looking around in it as well in hopes of finding even the smallest trace amount of food in that disaster of a bag.

steadily walking down the street a voice she heard made her froze, hearing it fly freely, cutting through the air. She stopped in her tracks and turned her attention to the man standing in front of an electronic store of some sorts. He smelt of liquor even from the distance she was from him. She stood and looked at him with a puzzled gaze. he was a tall a little taller than her by a good five inches. he was slender but looked well built even in the low lighting they were in that morning. Lirit couldn't tell what color his hair was but she knew it was short.

Turning around looking if it was any one that he was calling for but the street was practically empty. "May i help you?" Lirit said having her thick accent smother every word as she faced him and putting her hands in her pockets observing every little detail of his character including his gestures and his eye movement. Looking closely Lirit felt herself make eye contact if only for a moment since she quickly looked away and cursed at her self for being she shy with men even if she was already grown into a young women. "Черт возьми! Вы должны расти девушка!!"

Well, that proved it then. If she were a regular joe she wouldn't have heard, let alone seen him. He stepped across the street toward her and stopped a few paces away.

"Was that Russian?" Sal asked, he had dealings with a Russian Bount turned Vasto Lorde recently. He couldn't help but get tense when he heard it spoken, it reminded him of one of the times where he almost lost his life to an opponent.

"So whats a girl like you doing in a shit hole like this?" He asked.