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have a million questions for me.”  Michael said shifting back into his seat.  “Is there anywhere in particular you want me to start? Or perhaps just a brief history of who we are and why we are here?”
    Gabe sat there, staring at the fire, contemplating his response.  He had been taken off guard by Michael’s youth.  Now this extremely likable guy was so forthcoming, Gabe wasn’t sure how to react.  He’d had dozens of questions running through his mind the night before.  All of a sudden, he couldn’t think of a single one.  It was all so overwhelming.
    Michael saw Gabe struggling with formulating his words.  He attempted to ease his discomfort.
    “How about I tell you a little about our history and you jump in along the way with any questions you might have?”  Gabe nodded, thrilled Michael had given him an out.
    Michael flipped open a wooden case on the table near him.  Gabe noticed it had the insignia engraved on it that he had seen over and over the previous day and remembered one of his questions.  He decided to save the question for later, hoping that Michael was about to delve into even more important details.  
    Michael pulled a plain simple pipe out of the box and began packing it with the tobacco that he had also pulled from the case.  Gabe thought he could not remember actually witnessing a man smoking a pipe in person.  The elegance of the device was not lost on Gabe, but when the smoke curled around Gabe’s nostrils and they began to ache, he remembered why he had never tried smoking himself.
    “Well,” Michael continued, “I guess the best place to start is who we are.  Have you ever heard of a guardian angel?”  Michael asked.  
    Gabe nodded, wondering again if he had slipped into a mad man’s world.
    “We are called many things but within The Order we are called The Guardians.  I know, I know.” Michael said with a smirk.  “A bit of a grand title, but I think you’ll find it’s a fitting one.  Trust me, I mean that with as much modesty as I can muster.”  
    Michael gave Gabe a wink.
    “What’s The Order?”  Gabe was pleased with himself as the question left his lips; he was thrilled that he was finally going to get answers to his questions.
    “Good question,” Michael congratulated Gabe.  “The Order is an organization that dates back longer than history books have been recording events.  They were designed in an effort to fight the evil that roams this earth.”
    “So you’re like some kind of knights fighting the bad guys?”  Gabe asked trying his best not to sound sarcastic.
    “It’s impossible to go into all of our history in a short amount of time, but I will try my best.  Uri and I are, well I guess what someone could call, a little more specialized.”
    “Specialized?”  Gabe asked curious.
    “Around two thousand years ago, the need arose for The Order of the One Son to create The Guardians.  I know, that seems like an insanely long time ago but I assure you it’s the truth.”  Michael continued to explain.
    “This is all very hard to believe; The Order of the One Son and thousands of years?  I’m sorry.  I hope you can understand my skepticism.” Gabe stated, fearful he might insult this kind man.
    “Of course,” Michael replied.  “But the truth remains that two thousand years ago the world changed forever.  Mankind needed us more than they would ever know.  Any clue what may have happened around that time?”  
    Michael looked at Gabe for an answer, but he had nothing.  His lack of response, however, did not change the fact that he was hanging on every word Michael said.
    “Someone you may have heard of before, Jesus Christ,” as Michael said his name he searched Gabe for some sort of recognition before continuing.  “Around this time he was crucified.   What was so important about this event that it caused the need for us?  When Christ was hung on that cross, God turned his back on his son and all of