Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

"It's okay now." Yet his voice was even hoarser than usual. "But you shouldn't have goneback in there again - just another delay. We can't afford any delays, Officer Dodson.""I had to go back and put that fire out - there could be innocent people in the building. I don'tunderstand why the sprinklers didn't come on.... ""Because I found the alarm system and tore it all to hell, that's why. Including the fire alarmsystem."The cop in her started to protest - but she broke off. Had to smile at herself. What did itmatter, with the end of the world at hand?"What happened to staying in the car?" Constantine asked, rounding a corner. Where were thedamn elevators?"You were in danger.""Now there's a premonition," he said dryly."Does this hurrying mean you found something?"He grabbed her wrist and pulled her around a corner, picking up his pace. "Jesus didn't diefrom being nailed to a cross - not exactly. He died after being stuck with a soldier's spear. Acombination of factors, but the spear was important. It's sometimes called the Spear of Destiny."''I'm Catholic, John. I know the crucifixion story."Constantine was breathing hard; his lungs ached; his throat ached. He had to use all hiscapacity for drawing astral energy just to keep going. "Beeman said Mammon needed divineassistance to escape - how's the blood of God's only son?""The blood of Christ... on the spear?""That's it, Detective Dodson.""So he gets the Spear of Destiny - he still has to locate a powerful psychic; you said that waspart of the..." Her voice trailed off."Not really." He glanced at her.And she understood then. Mammon had found another oracle. "Twins," she said breathlessly.She and Isabel had the same powers. In her, they'd been dormant, till lately. But the power wasthere. Mammon had lost Isabel - she'd sacrificed herself so that they couldn't use her to open theway for Mammon. But they had someone else. Someone quite handy.Mammon could use Angela to complete the opening of the doorway; to populate Earth withthe denizens of Hell; to make the unsuspecting world of men a literal Hell on Earth.Probably, Constantine mused, the flying demons hadn't been trying to kill Angela. Him?Yeah. But they'd have just captured Angela.''Where's the amulet?" he asked her suddenly.She reached instinctively to her neck. It was gone! They stopped, puffing, in the hallway. Helooked at her with cool exasperation."I... it must be... "She broke off then, a strange look coming into her eyes.''What?'' he asked."I don't know. I just feel-"She broke off again, convulsively clutched at her middle - and seemed to stagger in place, thenalmost to "moonwalk" backward from him, as if doing a dance parody. She dragged her heels,stopped for a moment, gave him a wide-eyed look of desperation seeming to struggle againstsomething pulling invisibly at her from behind.Constantine got over being startled and grabbed for her - but he was a split second too late.She was smacked hard against the wall behind her - and it seemed to crumble as she struck it,as if deliberately buckling to make way for her as she was pulled backward right through plaster,wood, and metal braces.Constantine leapt through the break in the wall but saw her receding from him, pulled by someinvisible force that seemed to warp matter behind her so that when she struck a wall, or furniture,it fell apart without doing her any significant harm. She flew through a row of office cubicles,