A Demi-Angel in Angel Falls, chapter two

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Angel Falls, present day:


Gilead Samson waited at the very comfortable, yet elegant feeling Russian cuisine restaurant they had agreed to meet at. He was dressed in an expensive Armani suit, navy blue in color and specially cut to fit his enormous frame perfectly. It was 6:59 when he heard the dining room seem to suddenly grow quiet. The low chatter that had been filling the air was suddenly gone. Gilead looked over at the entrance and saw the reason. Olga had entered the premise, and all eyes had gone straight to her, as well as jealous looks from the ladies that had been keeping their eyes on the handsome member of G7. It was no wonder, since she was more beautiful than most supermodels, with a killer body to match. Gil admitted to himself that he was a bit disappointed that she had chosen an outfit that hid her toned, amazingly defined muscles. He couldn’t really complain though. She was wearing a long, black dress where her generous cleavage was definitely on display, as were her long, amazonian legs. As she looked around the dining room for him, nearly everyone was instantly enchanted by her deep, sapphire eyes. When she saw Gilead, her lips curled into a big smile as she strode purposely towards him, her shapely hips swaying slightly as she moved. Gilead immediately stood up and pulled out a chair for her across from his.

“You came here early.” She said once he had sat down.

“Not too early. I only arrived myself ten minutes ago. I wanted to make sure we had a good seat.” He said.

"Da, that was a good idea. I hope you do not mind me being almost late, I had a time picking out just what to wear."

Gilead held up his hand. "It isn't a problem at all and well worth the wait."

“Good.” She said, her smile widening. Gil was about to say something, but the young Russian-accented waiter chose to be prompt with this table, obviously hoping to gain Olga's favor. Gil didn’t blame him for that by any means. They looked over the menus.

"What do you recommend Olga, I'm not well versed on Russian food."

"Ah, I think tonight you should try the Kulebiaka. It is salmon with slow cooked onions, mushrooms and other vegetables wrapped in a pastry, served with sautéed cabbage, onions and caraway seeds in a light mustard cream sauce."

Gilead nodded. "Like the lady says, I'll give that a try."

"I shall have it as well," Olga smiled, "and if we could have an order of Sevruga caviar with buckwheat blini and Stolichnaya vodka."

Once they had given the menus to the waiter and he departed, the conversation was able to resume.

“So Olga, I’d like to know more about you.”

"What kind of things do you want to know?”

"Well how about your past for one?"

Olga nodded as their vodka and caviar arrived in record time. "Well I was once just a simple girl, working on a collective farm in the heart of my homeland. When the war broke out with Germany, after they broke our pact and invaded us, soldiers and doctors came and gave everyone in my village injections. They were trying to create a super-soldier capable of battling back Hitler's army. I was the result of their experiments."

"I would say they were successful then."

"Thank you," she smiled, "Despite their best efforts we, the Allies, beat back the Axis and won the Great Patriotic War. Then came the Cold War, and the invasion by the alien invaders. It is how I ended up here in this dimension and..." her smile faltered, "not something I would like to ruin the mood tonight with."

Gilead nodded, "Understood."

"I apologize, it is sensitive for me still."

"No need to apologize, we'll change the subject. Just how strong are you?" Gilead asked, using a small silver knife to spread the dark caviar on the blini.

"That is tough question...It is hard for me to tell actually. I once lifted a German battleship out of the water and I have out-fought Ultrawoman in hand-to-hand combat, both of which just barely however. I seem to get stronger in times of extreme duress."

"So you are still growing stronger?"

"Da yes, I have grown stronger and larger with each passing year it seems. My body seems to adapt and evolve the more and more difficult my opponents have become."

"Fascinating!" Gilead smiled nodding.

"No so much really," Olga giggled, "you are far stronger than I am Gilead."

The large man shrugged his massive shoulders. "It is true, I haven't really found an upper limit to what my strength is capable of. Strength alone however isn't everything. Strength of character and spirit are more important, as is faith. You have a lot of heart Olga and an unbreakable spirit."

"Oh, now you are flattering me." she laughed and flicked her cloth napkin at him teasingly.

"Я не возражаю, лестно такую ​​красивую женщину ." Gilead replied, stopping Olga in her tracks.

"You speak my language!" she exclaimed in complete surprise, "and you speak it flawlessly as well."

Gilead chuckled. "Just one of my many talents."

"You are a man of many surprises." She said, leaning forwards and placing her hands under her chin, resting her elbows on the table. “So, what about you? I have told you about me, now what about you?”

Gilead folded his hands and placed them on the table contemplatively.
"You know what I am and that's a long unpleasant story about my father and abandonment, however who I am now is something far beyond what I am."

The imposing man took the cocktail glass in his huge hand, swirled it and took a sip before resting the glass back down on the table.
"I can really say it started for me one night when I was home alone contemplating my future. I was suddenly wrapped in a cocoon of light and transported to a world of nightmares and unending battle. I had a rudimentary knowledge of martial arts that became the only thing that kept me alive. For the next forty eight years I fought demons, monsters, fallen angels and horrors just to stay alive. There's a lot more to it and I wont ruin the mood with those tales but it ends with me waking from the cocoon to find only forty eight hours had passed. I'm actually a lot older than I look!" Gilead chuckled.

"Well you look incredible for a man of your advanced years." Olga said with a wink.

"Oh!" Gil laughed out loud, "I guess it goes without saying that you're surprisingly fit for an eighty year old woman!"

The Soviet Superwoman threw her head back and laughed. "Touche, well played Mr. Samson!"

All too soon, their food came. The two crime-fighters were able to keep the conversation going over dinner, although at a greatly reduced pace, since they were working around the food. The meal was excellent, but they hardly cared. They could have been eating dirt for all the difference it would have made, both of them laughing and exchanging stories, talking about their pasts.

"So," Gil began, "Do you get creeps like that Atlas character here on a regular basis, in Angel Falls I mean?"

"Da." Olga replied, rolling her eyes, "This city is like a magnet for them. A friend of mine, Doctor Valiant has a complicated theory that involves the population density and the ratio of costumed heroes that have appeared. I believe it is something in the water, spiritually speaking."

The large man nodded finishing his meal. "Must keep a lady like you very busy. What do you do for fun?"

The waiter had reappeared before she could answer, taking their plates and inquiring about any dessert. Olga declined and so did Gilead. The man left to return with the bill. When he swiftly returned, Gil made a move for his wallet but the Russian woman waved him off and paid for the meal.

"It is the least I can do since you are the guest in our town."

"It's my pleasure to treat a lovely woman to such an exquisite meal."

The former soldier chuckled as the star-struck waiter returned with the check for her to sign. "I can take care of it and besides, they never charge me much here despite my protests. I saved this place from harm last year when it was almost rampaged over."

As she finished, Gilead stood up and pulled out her chair for her, oblivious to the envious stares from every other man in the room. The women were also arching an eyebrow at the tall, chiseled man that was accompanying her to the exit.

“So, now what?” He asked when they were outside. Olga looked at him for a bit, and smiled mischievously.

"Tell me Mr. Samson, would you like to have a real workout?"



To be continued...

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