IN> The Eternal Thompson Gunner

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With apologies to Warren Zevon (God rest your soul, you brilliant bastard)...

It has been noted that Michael is none too particular about the
weapons he uses, nor the soldiers who work in his service. When an
ethereal figmant began manifesting in odd places, always headless,
always bearing a Thompson submachine gun, only at night,  and always
blowing away some poor sod who deserved it... Well, Michael's angels
took note, took pains to track the ethereal, and then made
introductions between it an their archangel. Roland seems to know
where he's going; despite lacking eyes, ears, or a nose, he's still an
excellent tracker. If anything, the angels speculate that he's
Symphonically Aware, owing to the fact that as much scenery as he
might blast away, he never shoots people who don't deserve it. Angels
of Fire claim Roland is actually a long-standing joke among their
Kyriotates, but his targets don't generally mesh with Kyriotate of
Fire offenders. He still wears gore-splattered, gunshot fatigues, and
his Thompson never needs reloading. No matter how badly he gets shot
up, he seems on good terms with Norwegians and Congolese alike, though
they only ever see him dimly and from a distance. Nybbas is reputed to
gut and string up a demon every time Roland shoots a record executive;
Baal gnashes his teeth at every corrupt CIA operative Roland brings
down.

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"It was a different time: a time of blood and guns and killings.... It
was a time when killers needed saints, for so much of God's
good work was being done."
        --SAINT OF KILLERS #4, Garth Ennis