Angel Gadget

"Did you remember to bring it?" Thug #1 says.

Thug #2 fumbles into his back pocket located near the back of his knees. "I can't get over how small this thing is. It looks like one of them cat lasers."

The young men duck inside an ally between two city buildings. The nighttime helps to conceal them.

"Hey," says Thug #1. "Try it out on me."

Thug #2 points at Thug #1 and pushes the little button. "Ain't nothing there man."

He points at himself and pushes the button. "I don't believe in bitchin' angels. Why did we snatch this piece of shit?"

"Shhh!" The men hear uneven stumbling footprints approaching. Peering out from the ally they see a man holding a bottle of liquor. He is tattered and dirty.

Thug #1 says, "Check him out." Thug#2 points and presses the button. Suddenly they see glowing wings just above and behind him.

"What the f#ck!" Thug #2 says, "You feelin' like a drink?"

"He ain't got nothing we want. We want cash man, bling!"

The elderly man stumbles past.

Business for the thugs is so slow; they decide to move to where restaurants would be closing for the night. The lights inside Ching's Diner turn off. They watch as an employee exits and locks up. They see the bank bag under his arm.

Thug#2 is so excited he forgets the little device. Thug #1 says, "Alright. Let's make him our bitch and take the cash." They pop out of the shadows in front of the Asian man. He stops.

"What do you want?" the man asks.

Thug #1 flips out a knife. The Asian man knocks it out of his hand using a round kick and proceeds to kick the shit out of the two thugs. Dazed and incapacitated they orient to cops and sirens in the near distance.

Thug #2 points the gadget at the Asian. Several sets of bright wings nearly blind them.

They will remain in the state prison for many years.

The Angel gadget is now the most valuable tool for mankind. You just don't mess with God's kids.