For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's "Angel".

~ Slowly turning a fragment of charred metal between his thumb and forefingers, James walks down a familiar gangplank.  On each side vast bays filled with shimmering Blue Ice are being processed.  Stopping to absorb the spectacle of automated industrial might, he pitches the bit of metal into the air catches it, then with a smile tosses it into the bay below. ~