"So is he possessing this guy or what?" Nash asked her. She shook her head. "There's no record of his birth. So I would say he is who he looks like, he just chose a mortal name." Varia pondered.

"Help me find this Michael Johnson gang, find out what they're upto." 

"Er...they hang out in the roughest bar in town. Not sure that's a good idea." He points out. 

She grins at him. "I feel like a little mischief. I know which side I'd choose to fight against, it isn't this Beelz." She runs out of the station post haste, Nash in tow. He hated being one upped by the amount of arrests she'd made over him. He wasn't going to let her win one more. They had a bet.