Once the tags were placed where the pilots wouldn’t look for them, Angren transported back to the house and left the cameras where they were in an adjacent dimension transmitting a live feed to the church to be recorded and shown in the future to law enforcement authorities. 

The next morning during the morning message, Vell shifted to an adjacent dimension and manned the cameras.  The live feed was fed back to the house and relayed to the TV station.  All six men were captured for TV transmission.  At around 11:20, the planes took off and headed toward the church.  Vell transported back to the church and watched for the planes. 

When the planes were less than half a mile away, they descended in an attack formation toward the church and opened fire with their machine guns.  But only a few bullets reached the church’s force field to be vaporized because in seconds, the planes were shifted to another dimension that was a frozen wasteland.  They were never seen again in the dimension they had come from. 

Vell shifted to the dimension, walked up to the priest, and said as he handed him the transporter tag, “You need this more than I do.”

Instantly, the priest was transported to the platform where Angren was preaching to roughly 900 people.  he looked dazed and confused.

“Where am I?” he asked.

“Welcome to my church.  You know.  The one that you wanted destroyed.”

“But how…..I mean, why would I want to destroy it?”

“You tell me and the rest of these good people here and back at the stationwe were at yesterday.  They have the footage of the planes, the pilots, and you wishing them God be with them to guide them on their mission.  The planes couldn’t make it.  They’re probably somewhere cooling off.  But you could.  And my cameramen are transmitting this back to the station my program is shown on and to the other station.  Would you like to say something?”

“This is all a lie you have been saying.”

“Like the lie that you are a man of peace and that you condemn the three attacks yesterday even though they were carried out by men in your congregation?”

“You can’t prove that,” he protested.

“Like I can’t prove that your name is actually Sagreve Honran and that your father is a leader of God’s Warriors in Morayven?  His name is General Hagreve Honran.  Remove the beard and I believe the terrorist identification system will be able to nail you.”

The man was speechless.  Angren transported him to the Joint Terrorist Headquarters in the governmental section of the city.  He was turned over to the authorities who discovered he indeed was Sagreve Honran.  Angren was told he would receive a $5 million reward before he transported back to his church to continue his sermon. 

For the next several decades, Angren and Vell did double duty ministering in the church which grew and going after terrorists.  After Angren was rejuvenated in 1930, he continued his work for God and against terrorists and eventually became a world hero.  There is still the threat of terrorism.  As long as Satan is roaming the universe deceiving multitudes and allowing them to think they are serving God while they serve him, there will be terrorism.  But at least the group called God’s Warriors is a fringe group that is nearly nonexistent.  And the world where Angren and Vell minister is quite a bit safer thanks to them.