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going to Hell.
    “We are going to add more new vangels to our ranks . . . one hundred at a time, under the training of Cnut and Mordr,” Michael continued. “And there is a big event being planned by Jasper for next month.”
    Sigurd tilted his head in question.
    “Let Harek show you,” Mike directed.
    Harek sat in the chair on Sigurd’s other side. He was the computer guru in their ranks. He slid the laptop from his knees to Sigurd’s and pointed to the screen. “Grand Keys Island.”
    “And is that not an appropriate name?” Mike interrupted.
    Sigurd saw a picture of a lush, tropical island with what appeared to be a massive hotel complex from which bungalows stemmed out like the spokes of a wheel. Luxury yachts and sailing vessels were anchored in the clear blue waters.
    “It is an island in the Florida Keys. That large structure there is a special events hotel. And, whoo boy, is there a special event being planned there.” This from a grinning Harek.
    “One which Jasper hopes to infiltrate where he will harvest more souls for his evil legions,” Mike told Sigurd.
    “The first ever International Conference on Pornography.” Harek grinned at him. He must have finally warmed up, enough to tweak him, leastways. “Well, they don’t call it that. The new word for pornography is FOE, Freedom of Expression.”
    Sigurd frowned and turned to Mike. “What has this to do with me? I am a physician at Johns Hopkins.”
    “Not anymore,” Mike said. “Thou art about to tender thy resignation.”
    “Why? I enjoy working there.”
    “Ah, and that is your goal as a vangel, is it not? Pleasure?” More Mike sarcasm.
    Well, I opened myself up for that one. “I do good work there,” Sigurd protested.
    “You do.”
    “I’m supposed to be finding a cure for cancer.”
    “Someone else will.”
    That put Sigurd in his place, good and well.
    “Thou hast been in one place for twenty years, and you do not age, Sigurd. ’Tis time for a change.”
    Sigurd understood. “Then another hospital?”
    Mike shook his head. “Thou art about to start a new . . . job. Thou will be the resident physician on Grand Keys Island for the duration of this vile affair.”
    Thou, thou, thou! I am getting sick of Mike’s thou s. Usually they are followed by some unpalatable assignment. As this island is sure to be. Sigurd almost choked on his tongue, so stunned was he by the prospect of doctoring on some remote island inhabited by scurvy pornographers. His brothers barely stifled their snickers.
    “Me? I am going to a porno convention?”
    “Thus sayeth the Lord,” Mike pronounced.
    Bullshit ! Sigurd thought. Thus sayeth Michael the Irksome Archangel.
    Sigurd wondered briefly what his sin of envy had to do with this assignment. Usually Mike assigned them penances—or, rather, missions—to places or duties related to their weaknesses. What envy had to do with pornography was a puzzle to Sigurd.
    “Thou wilt know when the time is right,” Mike told him.
    Sometimes Sigurd forgot that Mike could read minds.
    That was how Sigurd found himself the following week in Key West, Florida, applying for a new, unenviable position.
    For the love of a troll! He was a fierce fighting warrior, a practicing healer and physician, a Viking vampire angel. He’d thought he could not be shocked anymore.
    He was wrong.
It takes all kinds! . . .
    Marisa and Inga arrived at the Purple Palm Hotel at eight a.m. Interviews were to start at nine, but already the line ran out the door and down half a block.
    It wasn’t just the numbers that amazed. What a crowd it was lined up in front of them!
    “Good Lord!” Marisa said.
    Inga agreed. “Every crazy in the Sunshine State must have gotten up at dawn.”
    Men and women alike had bimboed themselves up—or was that down?—in outfits designed to accentuate their assets, the emphasis being on ass ets. Tights pants, cleavage down to the belly buttons in front and butt cracks in back, male junk sticking out like