Another chapter. Up quicker than the last. The sky is falling and pigs are flying I'm sure. But tis still here. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter. The Sparda's are out and running. Let's see how long it lasts.

An Infiltration

A pair of grey-blue eyes peeked over the edge of the shattered stone. Inside, two Abysses were looking down into the abyss which led to the Underworld. It was from there that the four Hands had smashed their way out. Briefly the owner of the eyes contemplated kicking them off the edge, but their screams might alert others. He looked over at one of his companions, held up two fingers, then gave a grabbing motion. The other nodded, then slid his sleeve up his right arm, showing off the brightly glowing demonic flesh underneath it. Briefly the eyes looked over the edge again, but the Abysses were oblivious to the blue highlights that sparkled off the wall behind them. He gave the go ahead. Nero whipped his arm up and reached out, grabbing the two demons before they even knew what was going on, dragging them towards the little hideout. Once there, they were met with the swinging blade of a slender katana. Headless the two demons fell, dissolving into blood as they did so.

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"That makes it ten now." Vergil noted, cleaning Yamato with a swipe, then sheathing it again.

Nero was a little more visibly put out. "There should be more than that here. We ought to be fighting our way through hundreds."

Dante was already moving over to where he could see out of the tower and into the city below. It was still smoking, but quiet enough. "It's far too quiet. Mundus shouldn't be too far from here."

"With his size he should be easy to spot him." Vergil commented. He joined his twin at the edge. For a moment he paused. "Can you smell that?"

"What? I can't smell anything."

"Exactly. We should be able to smell the scent of a just passed battle."

Nero joined them. "Can you feel that? The weight in the air, it's far away, but it's still there."

"I can." The twins answered simultaneously.

"But before we get to that, we need to get out of this city." Vergil pointed out.

Dante pointed, and the other two followed his eyes, down to the city below. There were still dozens of demons and angels moving through the city, though they were avoiding one another. "We'll need to avoid combat with them as much as possible. Agnus didn't say how many were on his side in this. We could still end up fighting a lot of enemies."

Vergil smiled. "How do we get down? The way we always did?"

Dante grinned in response. "Why not! We avoid fighting anymore of the guards and we get down to street level quickly."

Nero was a little perturbed by the slightly malevolent smiles they were. "What are you planning guys?" he asked slowly.

"Do as we do, Nero." Dante called back as the two of them walked up to the edge. Looking down Dante turned to his twin. "Race you."

Vergil twisted his head to look back at him. "You're on."

Then they jumped.

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Falling like bricks, the twin devils levelled themselves off and dropped straight down. Nero, groaning, jumped after them. Since the tower went at a slightly oblique angle, the three had to be aware of the slope getting closer to them. When it was in reach, they slipped into a forwards roll and started running. Now they were really flying down. Nero caught up with them and the three ran faster and faster, air pressure slowly starting to build up around them as they went. Of course, the ground was getting closer and closer and this time there was no Leviathan to catch them. Not to worry though, thinking on the fly, as it were, was Dante's speciality. Slightly gaining speed, the Dark Knight went in front. Jumping away from the tower, Dante triggered for a moment, allowing his wings to slow his fall perfectly. Vergil followed suit, while Nero just extended the Devil Bringer into the wall to slow his fall. The three of them landed in crouches, ears straining to hear the sound of pursuit. Nothing, which was just as well as any demon within a hundred miles was probably coming this way right now. Fortunately for them, no sound of pursuit meant that the demons weren't within catching range. The three quickly changed pace and hurried into the dark streets.

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Lady, looked carefully around the corner. Quickly she jerked back.

"Demons?" Trish asked quietly.

"Nope, angels."

Two unknown types of angels were standing at the far end of the road. They were tall, their heavily armoured forms wingless and corded with muscle. Each of them carried a double ended spear, with a wide blade on either end. They were obviously elite troops.

"So do we engage, sneak around or distract?"

"We avoid if at all possible."

"Easy?"

Lady looked back around the corner. The two angels appeared to be in conversation. At least, that's what she assumed from the way their heads were moving. They certainly weren't actively watching the road. Still. "I don't think so."

Trish was a little annoyed by this. The extra sneaking part was due to her, as zealous angels were not the best when it came to convincing them she wasn't a threat. They saw demon and that was all. "Right then, we do it sneaky."

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Trish picked up a length of timber, fallen from a ruined building, hefted it, then threw it as far as she could over the heads of the angels. As it clattered on the ground, the two of them whipped their heads sideways and glared in that direction. As soon as Trish had thrown the beam, the two women had been moving forward. As soon as it landed, they'd broken into a sprint. Of course, this was two of the Devil May Cry team. Naturally, things didn't go their way. Lady tripped. Falling flat on her stomach, the woman had only enough time to roll into a pit in the road from where some powerful demon had landed. The two angels looked back around. For a moment the two women stood stock still. Then the two angels started walking forward.

Lady was running through multiple scenarios in her head, ranging from where she pleaded that she was a displaced citizen, then another where she fought them. In truth, none of them seemed to fit. All the while, the two angels were getting closer. Lady cast a glance over to Kalina Ann. The massive bazooka lying off to one side, almost unreachable, which meant if it came down to a fight, she'd have nothing but her guns to rely on. Steadying herself, Lady braced for her discovery. Trish was readying her hand for a fistful of electricity to fire at the two. She could take them, she was pretty sure of that, but the problem was that Lady was out of reach and in the line of fire. This was getting very serious, very quickly.

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"Hey!"

The two angels halted, looking up at the figure standing on the roof gable glaring down at them. Both women joined in.

"Dante?"

It was he, the red clad demon slayer, one foot on the Gable edge, one hand on his knee. Up beside him came two blue clad fighters, one dark, one light.

"Vergil?" Lady added.

"Nero?" Trish had finally walked out into the street. "What are you guys doing here?"

"That's a nice way to address those who've come to save your lives."

The angels turned their full attention to the three. "What are you three doing here? Last we knew you were in Hell."

Dante shrugged. "We got out."

Both angels looked at each other. "That really shouldn't be possible. You were being kept in a fortress that we've not been ever able to assail."

"Call us lucky." Nero smirked.

"Or just skilled." Vergil countered.

Both angels unhitched their spears from their backs. "You're still not permitted to be in this area."

"Oh, don't mind us. We were just leaving."

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Dante, Vergil and Nero jumped from the roof, over the heads of the angelic warriors and landed squarely on the ground. Vergil reached down and offered and hand, which Lady gratefully accepted. Dante beckoned Trish over and pulled her slightly behind him. Nero quickly took stock of any cars nearby.

"See you round."

Dante barely turned before both angels moved at a speed he could barely follow and phased into view in front of him.

"Not so fast."

They levelled their weapons.

Dante groaned. "Trust me guys. I'm more than you can handle. So are the other two. Hell, even the girls are more than you can handle."

"Hey!" Lady was indignant.

"We'll take our chances."

Dante sighed. Then he stretched. His back cracked, his joints creaked and his breath puffed out in one big huff. Wincing, he twisted one shoulder, then the next, both times feeling the kinks bite into him. He rotated his neck, feeling each and every crack that sounded. Then quick as lightning he drew both pistols and shot the angels in the head.

Everyone gaped as he twirled both, flicked back his coat tails and holstered them.

"Oh yeah. I still got it."

Then they heard the sound. Footsteps, dozens of them, hundreds of them, all of them headed in that direction.

"Nero, you'd better have a car!"

"Relax!" Nero shouted from a car he'd just started. "We're good to go."

"Right." Vergil led the way. "Let's get moving. We've got four hardwired planet killers to catch."

Hope you enjoyed it. You can be sure that the guys are going after the Hands, which means we are approaching the final showdown. Hang onto your seats.