Balseraph Coffee Hour

Daimon walks out of the kitchen, the door swinging behind him. He adjusts his suit so he no longer looks so rumpled, and wanders over to sit on the stool next to Pat.

Pat looks over at Daimon, setting his coffee mug down. "Morning."

Daimon says "Morning."

Pat says "I saw Liz breeze through."

Daimon says "Yeah. She's still back in the kitchen, orbitting slowly."

Pat nods.

Daimon says "I got a call. From Terry."

Pat frowns, a bit. "And?"

Daimon says "Shannen's coffee shop. One hour."

Pat nods. "I hope you told him to expect you to bring friends."

Daimon says "No, I left that part out. But I do expect to bring friends."

Pat nods. "Good."

Sephar peeks out in approval as well.

Daimon ponders condiments.

Daimon says "There is a minor, outside chance he'll have something worth saying."

Pat looks at the pocket. "Good morning, Sephar."

Sephar wiggles whiskers at Pat, "Mornin'."

Daimon says "We should wander over there eventually."

Sepharmouse slides cheerfully back into the pocket.

Pat nods. "We should. Shall we?"

Daimon says "Certainly. I'd rather be waiting for him then have him walk in on us."

Pat nods. "My thoughts exactly." He puts a few dollars on the counter and steps down from the stool.

The bartender takes the dollars with a nod, and Marath flicks a wave to the men as they head out.

Daimon follows Pat, wordlessly.

Pat waves briefly to Marath, then wanders out to the Metro.

Daimon just doesn't have alot to say on the way there.

It is not too far to Shannen's cafe, which is sunny, with plenty of pot plants and bushes, and smells admirably of coffees and cake.

<> Pat blinks. Pot plants, or potted plants?

<> Demiurge says "Potted plants. We Brits have been known to use both terms."

<> Sephar says "Darn."

<> Pat says "Whew."

Sephar sniffsniffsniffs as they draw near.

Shannen has arranged a table, one with a good view of the door, and there is a waitress hovering helpfully.

Daimon hopes it's in the 'Yes I want Lung Cancer, give it to me baby' section.

Unfortunately, the cafe seems to be entirely non-smoking.

Daimon phoos, and figures he'll just sit there and munch obsessively.

The waitress, a pretty young golden-skinned woman, flutters her eyelashes and offers to bring cakes or cookies.

Daimon will settle into a chair, and order a bagel with flavored cream cheese, and an almond cappachino.

Pat just orders coffee. With sugar.

Sephar patters down Daimon's arm to the table.

Daimon waits for the food to arrive, then digs the Scale from where it lives in his pocket, and puts it on, hiding it under his t-shirt.

About ten minutes before the appointed meeting time, Terry shows up. He saunters in, hair elegant, suit gorgeous, grinning cheerfully.

<> Daimon would have activated da Scale. Lemme roll.

<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 5 4 CHECK: 3.

<> Pat scopes Terry out.

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 4 6 CHECK: 2.

<> Pat is clueless.

<> Demiurge says "Poor Pat. And the Scale is activated, Daimon."

Terry's eyes fall upon the AngelTable. He waves, making his way across.

Daimon resonates on the Balseraph.

<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 3 5 CHECK: 5.

Terry's Needs are to be smooth, to be charming, to remind Daimon what a good friend he is, to get Daimon off somewhere private and out of the way of these angelic idiots, to roll around sweatily with Sarah or Liz or both or some other cute female, to find out where Daimon's staying, to please Nybbas (this one is MAJOR), to get good story.

Terry says, "Daimie! Hi! And your friend the mouse! And this is?" He looks at Pat as he takes a seat, tugging at his trouser knees neatly.

Daimon emphasises this by taking a bite out of his bagel. Hmmm.

Daimon says "This is Pat Murphy."

Pat says "I don't believe we had a chance to meet at the last lunch, Mr. Jackson."

Terry says, "Pleased to meet you, baby. Love the retrochic look, it suits you."

Daimon says "Mornin', Terry."

Pat nods.

The waitress makes similarly big eyes at Terry.

Terry grins at her. "Moccafrappacappucino, honey."

The waitress scuttles off to fetch said drink.

Daimon says "Smooth and cool as always."

Terry says, "So, Daimie. You're looking good, kid. Nice perky look, bright eyes, pale and all that. How's it going?"

Daimon says "Busy."

Sepharmouse watches all in fascination.

Sepharmouse also cleans up crumbs here and there.

Terry says, "Yeah, yeah, well, life is business, life is style, life is a big double feature with big cameras and a crowd throwing popcorn."

Daimon says "Is it?"

Terry says, "Of course it is, baby. It's the heat of the spotlight and the director yelling cut far too often. It's the autoprinter running off your lines that moment too slow."

Daimon says "Hmm."

Daimon says "That's very deep."

Terry says, "Deep is my middle name, baby."

<> Demiurge says "He lies. The Scale tells you so."

Sephar blinks mildly.

Pat sips coffee, listening.

Daimon says "You don't have a middle name, Terry,."

Terry says, "Yeah, well, baby, everyone should have a middle name. So much extra scope for meaningfulness."

Terry says, "So, like..." He seems to be looking for words. "You enjoying yourself?"

Daimon says "Sure."

<> Daimon says "Can we just FEEL the awkwardness?"

Terry says, "Really? They're not, you know, just buying you off with Malakim? I know about you Sisters and your Malakim thingy."

Daimon sits there and just stares at Terry.

Daimon says "It has. Nothing. To do. With my hormones. Teraphim."

Terry frowns. "Look, baby, I told you not to call me that, you know, name. It just doesn't sound right from you."

Daimon says "That's what you are."

Terry sighs. "You know, this comes at just the time I need a tenor lead for a stand-up action comedy with John Woo directing and Adrian Paul costarring, and with Nicole Kidman as the love interest in white leather."

Daimon says "I'm not doing that anymore."

Terry says, "It's a loss to the world." He sighs.

Terry says, "I don't suppose the mouse wants a career in special effects?"

Sepharmouse thinks about it and then shakes its head.

Daimon says "The world will survive, I think, for a little while."

Sepharmouse chuckles.

Terry turns to Pat. "How about you, kid? Ever seen yourself as a star?"

Pat looks blandly at Terry. "I'm a terrible actor. I just don't have the gift for creative falsehood."

Terry looks grieved. "You have been most cruelly deprived. Man, the world is just made for creation."

Pat says "On the contrary. I'm content with my purpose. Higher truth, and all."

Daimon says, flatly, "You're fishing."

Pat pages to Demiurge and Daimon: Would Daimon have been allowed to learn basic hand signals?

Terry says, "No, no, I see it now. You're the older guy with haunted eyes and this lost romance. We put the music on heavy when you're remembering her, and she turns up as a spy on the bad guy in a totally different way."

You paged Pat and Daimon with 'Basic ones, yeah.'.

Terry says, "You know."

Pat says "That would be patently untrue, Mr. Jackson."

Terry says, "And hey, I'm not fishing, I'm just talking. Even Balseraphs have feelings, you know."

Daimon says "I know."

<> Demiurge says "That's not entirely true. He is fishing. And also talking."

Terry says, "So, okay, no particulars, but you got any plans, like, Game-hunting ones?"

Daimon blinks a few times. "Why?"

Pat's nose wrinkles a bit.

Terry says, "Well, hey, I might be able to get you some of that information stuff. And gee, it'd make good film."

Daimon frowns. "You came here to bargain with me, Terry?"

Terry sighs. "Daimie, I came here to talk with you, primo. I admit I'd like us, you know, to be getting back together again."

Terry says, "Look, kid, I'm not going to try and pretend I don't think you've done something kind of stupid, but I'm not going to be able to talk you out of it, am I?"

<> Demiurge says "That statement is mainly true, though there's stuff he's not saying."

Daimon sighs. "This is awkward. I don't know what to say to you Terry. I just don't know what to say. The thing that pisses me off is that I know what you want to hear, and that isn't any good."

Terry sips his dubious caffeine compound drink.

Daimon says "And that's it. I don't know what to say."

Terry sighs. "Okay. Consider it said."

Terry says, "Look? No tries to convert you, kid."

Pat says "Mr. Jackson."

Daimon looks into his coffee, and takes a sip.

Terry says, "Yup?"

Pat speaks with a careful deliberation, almost choosing his words singularly. "You mentioned information. It is possible that certain issues can be temporarily overlooked, in the interests of mutual accomodation."

Terry looks thoughtful. "Okay, then we might have some kind of basis for a deal. However, like, your guys already went and torched the biggest Game-Tether I know about here."

Terry says, "Doesn't mean I can't track down the rest, though."

Daimon says "Rest?"

Terry says, "They're sneaky."

Pat says "It doesn't mean that we cannot either. There are more particular sources of information that are difficult for us to access."

Terry says, "Yeah, yeah, point. Okay. I guess we can do some sort of deal on this."

Pat scratches at his earlobe. "Was Kobal's acquital a publicly announced event?"

Pat pages to Demiurge and Daimon: Literal translation: Listen closely, Seraph. :)

Terry says, "Yeah, it was. I heard a bit sooner, mind, from my Boss."

<> Demiurge says "He speaks the truth."

Daimon says "Ah."

Terry says, "And man, you should have seen the riots in Shal-Mari."

Pat says "A formal proclamation was made, then?"

Terry says, "Yeah, well, as formal as it ever gets there."

Terry says, "Big on public tv."

Daimon looks away for a moment. He doesn't have to have seen them.

Daimon says "Oh really."

Daimon says "That's amusing."

Terry laughs.

Pat says "Could a copy be obtained?"

Terry says, "It was primo production. Of the video of the release? Hm."

Terry says, "I guess I could manage a corporeal copy or something."

Daimon says "I am sure it was a primo production."

Pat says "That would be information worthy of consideration."

Terry says, "It can be done, baby. Want any other videos while I'm working on it?"

Pat looks at Daimon.

Daimon considers for a long time.

Daimon says "I think I will want videos in the future more then the past, now."

Terry says, "How's that, baby?"

Daimon says "I think things are just starting to happen."

Terry says, "Ten gets you one on that. I'm waiting on Big Noise, myself."

<> Demiurge says "Actually, Pat. Focalor seems to be in a coma."

<> Pat says "Oh?"

<> Demiurge says "He is being carefully tended at the Judgement-Tether. He's still alive."

<> Demiurge says "Hasn't managed to slip away to Hell. Just seems to be in a coma."

Daimon says "It's a flanking manuever."

Terry says, "On who and by who?"

Daimon says "You play chess, Terry?"

Terry says, "Yeah. Well, done some in the past, like."

Pat goes back to coffee-sipping, listening attentively.

Daimon says "Sometimes in the middle of the game you get caught in your own pile of shit. You let a pawn get through, you gave up some piece you needed for a combination, something like this. You have your eyes on the prize, but suddenly, your plan is a little messier then it was before. So suddenly you look down on the board, and it's like that elephant that's been living in your apartment and you never noticed it until now. You see that if you sacrifice something big, a bishop, a rook, something with power, then you can beef up your opponent's ego at the same time as clearing a path for that one knight that has been sitting there the whole game, ignored. You give up your power piece, and you flank with the lesser while your opponent is congratulating himself on how smart he is, and you mate in five moves. Just because you tossed that piece."

Terry thinks for a moment.

Terry says, "Kid, you did studying I never knew about. Yeah. You got a point."

Daimon says "Asmodeus gets caught in his web of shit. He gets forced to sacrifice, but he does it for a reason. He has that knight ready to move or that pawn in position to advance and be queened. What I'm worried about is not an army of the Game. What I'm worried about is what Kobal is going to do now that his capture has been sacrificed."

Pat says "Vengeance."

Terry says, "Hm. Or could it be Kronos? You never know which way that bastard's going to jump."

Daimon says "Because everyone has been moved and tagged and cordoned, and Asmodeus did nothing more then take his next move in the Game."

Terry says, "Yeah, hm. Kobal's been doing the big I-bear-no-grudges shit, but he'll be going for vengeance."

Pat blinks at Terry. "Downwards, of course."

Daimon says "Kobal and Nybbas are _Players_, Terry, and they play to win."

Terry says, "Yeah, so they're planning something. Sure."

Daimon says "You might be a bishop, Terry, and you might control your little corner of the board, but when the time comes, he's going to toss you to a queen for a better board position. Keep that in mind."

Terry says, "Look. I'm valuable."

Pat says "At this moment."

Daimon says "Of course you are."

Terry sounds positively offended.

Daimon says "You're still my friend, Terry, and it would really hurt me if you got sacrificed. Contray to other opinions I don't personally want to see it happen, but look at what is going on for one second. Look at it with the mind I know is still inhabiting some corner of your brain, somewhere."

Terry slurps at his drink again.

Terry says, "I am looking. I know where I'm standing, kid. I'm not saying I'm a hundred per cent safe, but are you?"

Daimon says "Yes and no."

Daimon says "It gets exhausting, trying to play the same game the Princes are on their same level."

Terry says, "Yeah, well, I'm never going to be a Prince."

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 5 2 CHECK: 5.

Daimon says "Neither, thank god, am I."

<> Pat does a little dance.

<> Demiurge says "Terry is calm, brazening it out, and a shade smug. He feels he knows stuff Daimon doesn't. There's also a tinge of regret, and a level of wariness of Pat and Sephar."

<> Pat says "And what would he do if I offerred him amnesty if he turned himself in for his crimes?"

Terry says, "Or an Archangel?"

Daimon says "I'm Lilim, Terry."

<> Demiurge says "He wouldn't accept, though he might try and make you think he was considering it."

Terry says, "So? There weren't any Malakim, once, and you got Malakite Archangels."

Daimon says "God's Will."

<> Pat says "Were there any more details on the regret?"

<> Demiurge says "Not really, Pat."

<> Pat says "Okey."

Terry sighs.

Terry checks his watch.

Daimon says "This didn't go well."

Terry says, "I gotta see to some stuff. Look, I'll get back to you about the video?"

Terry says, "That is, you'll take calls?"

Daimon says "I won't do the video, but I will take your calls."

Terry says, "No, hey. I thought you wanted a copy of the video broadcast."

Daimon says "Oh, that. Of course."

Daimon says "Terry..."

Terry says, "Yeah?"

Daimon says "A fav-- no. Look. Just watch your back. This isn't over. This isn't anywhere near over. Okay?"

Terry's eyes shutter. He says, "Yeah, baby, I know. And you too, right? You too."

Daimon says "My back is being watched."

Terry nods.

Terry says, "I'll see you guys later." He rises.

Sephar watches quietly.

Daimon nods. "Later."

Pat nods briefly to Terry.

Terry waves, and wanders away cheerfully, whistling the Bond theme tune.

Terry vanishes into the street outside.

Daimon watches Terry go and sighs. Then he takes off the Scale and slips it into his pocket.

Pat sighs.

Pat says "I would estimate we heard less than a tenth of what he knows."

Daimon says "Sounds about right."

Pat says "Any particular insights?"

Daimon says "Not really, except he has this thing for Sarah and Liz."

Pat frowns. "Ah."

Pat says "He's wary of us. It's cutting into that damnable superiority complex he has."

Daimon says "No surprise. He didn't need anything, except to get me out of this terrible corrupting angelic influence, knock some sense into me, and return me to the Funny Lilim that he's palled around with for the last few decades."

Daimon says "I think what's happened to me is really bothering him."

Sephar blinks quietly at that.

Pat nods. "That makes sense. He is not only a Balseraph, but he is Fallen. I imagine he's convinced himself of all sorts of horror stories about Heaven."

Daimon says "I'm sure he's written some."

Pat nods.

Sephar wrinkles its nose just a bit and then sighs and nibbles a stray crumb.

Daimon says "Terry is not this horrible cruel mass murdering babies and killing old ladies being. He's just Terry, and he makes his own personal sort of evil and personal sort of hell. The problem is that it hovers around him like a bubble, and when you come into contact, you get it all over your nice new suit."

Pat says "I believe you can still see the trail he left behind."

Daimon says "Yeah, I can. It glistens in the sunlight."

Pat says "We'll have to report him eventually, you know."

Daimon says "Certainly."

Pat, Daimon and Sephar head for the Supreme Court.

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 1 4 CHECK: 4.

<> Demiurge says "Everyone, just make a Per roll."

<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 2 2 CHECK: 5.

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 5 2 CHECK: 6.

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 2 2 CHECK: 5.

<> Demiurge says "As you leave the cafe and are making your way for the Supreme Court, both Daimon and Sephar get the impression that someone is trailing them."

Sephar possesses a streetlight, straight above to watch after they walk by...

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 5 5 CHECK: 5.

As the two men and the mouse go down the street, the streetlight gets a better look at a man who has been oddly behind them since Shannen's cafe. The man is unobvious, looking like a perfectly ordinary young man in business suit.

Sepharmouse reports the man to Pat and Daimon and what he looks like.

Pat stops dead in his tracks and turns around.

Sepharmouse tucks itself neatly and invisibly back into Daimon's pocket.

The man keeps on walking towards them, making no obvious sign at Pat's action.

<> Pat resonates the man. Rar.

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 5 6 CHECK: 4.

<> Pat is clueless.

Pat just waits.

The man keeps on walking past.

Pat murmurs "Sephar, can you keep an eye on him?"

Sephar possesses the man's business suit coat.

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 3 2 CHECK: 3.

<> Demiurge says "You can only stay in it for four minutes, Sephar."

Sepharmouse murmurs, "Just for a bit."

Pat nods, and commences walking again.

The man continues down the road for a while, then pauses to look into a shop window at the leather briefcases there.

Pat takes a side path before passing the man again. Route change.

<> Sephar unpossesses or drops out of the streetlamp.

Pat says "Let me know if he comes this way."

The man turns aside from the street window, with the air of one who has forgotten something, and turns along the next side street, parallel to the path that Pat took.

<> Demiurge says "Pat, try an Int roll."

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 1 6 CHECK: 1.

Sepharmouse squeaks softly, "He's moving in parallel."

<> Pat just barely fails. Ah well.

<> Sephar says "Tell me when I'm about to drop out, Demi?"

<> Demiurge says "Any moment now."

Sephar possesses the nondescript man's right shoe, then.

Pat takes another side street, mid-block.

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 1 5 CHECK: 1.

The man pauses, when he comes to the next intersection. He turns along what would be the logical guess of someone tailing Pat who wanted to intercept him.

<> Demiurge says "Sephar is In The Shoe."

Sepharmouse murmurs to Pat the route that the man is taking.

Pat says "Can you tell if he's armed?"

<> Demiurge says "There was no shoulder holster under the coat."

Sepharmouse squeaks, "No holster under the suit coat."

Pat says "Alright."

Pat counter-intercepts, placing himself in the tail's eventual path.

The man comes back to cross Pat's path. Again, he doesn't seem to particularly notice Pat.

<> Pat says "Resonates again, the requisite time having passed."

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 4 3 CHECK: 1.

<> Demiurge says "You definitely picked up that he recognised you, and that he's tense."

<> Demiurge notes that it is not hard to lose someone in the Supreme Court and come out a different way.

Pat says "Can I help you, sir?"

The man blinks, glancing across to Pat. "You what, buddy?"

Pat says "You seem lost."

The man says, "Nah. Just shopping."

<> Sephar says "Are his shoes slip on or tied?"

Pat lifts an eyebrow. "You seem awfully tense for a shopper."

The man shrugs. "Not really. Why're you so helpful, anyhow?"

<> Demiurge says "Tied."

Pat says "You seem familiar."

The man shrugs. "I don't know you, buddy."

Pat shakes his head. "Try again, pal."

The man shrugs. "Get offa me, or I'm calling a cop." He turns away.

Pat spreads his hands. "No problem. Enjoy your shopping."

Sepharshoe switches to the other of the pair as it starts to slip.

The man heads off down the street, with a sniff.

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 4 6 CHECK: 3.

<> Demiurge says "You are in the Other Shoe. :)"

The man turns the corner, and pauses, removing a cellphone from an inner pocket.

Pat says "Sephar, get him. Entirely."

Sepharmouse nods, drops into the pocket, doesn't do the celphone, instead possesses the man.

<> Demiurge says "Roll."

Sephar unpossesses mouse, rat, everything, and uses nine Forces.

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 1 6 CHECK: 2.

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 1 3 CHECK: 1.

<> Pat says "Eek! Daimon has a wild mouse!"

<> Sephar says "With cheese in his pocket."

<> Demiurge says "Sephar, you're in. You can tell you're only using five forces."

<> Sephar says "Sephar leaves cheese in there for just that reason."

Sephar eyes the number on the celphone, or did he dial, yet?

Sepharman walks back towards Pat.

Sephar tucks a pen in his pocket.

<> Sephar says "And it's a lab mouse. hand raised and relatively tame."

Pat nods.

Sepharman nods back, whistles the notes for Sephar, "So, I have him, he's human. What do you wish for me to do with him?"

<> Demiurge says "He hadn't as yet managed to dial."

<> Sephar says "Okay."

Pat says "Find him a nice department store and deposit him in the lingerie section."

Sephar blinks quietly.

Pat says "He's just shopping, after all."

Sepharman chuckles, reaches out to stroke the lab mouse in Daimon's pocket.

Sephar says "True."

Sephar possesses the mouse again with one of its free Forces...

<> Pat says "Daimon is corrupting me."

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 2 6 CHECK: 5.

<> Demiurge says "You control The Mouse."

<> Demiurge says "The man may be safely navigated to a nearby lingerie store."

Pat then sets off for the Court again.

Sepharman then walks into the department store to leave him in the Lingerie Department, contemplates and almost walks into the dressing room, but then blushes and just leaves him out amide the bras and underwear.

Sepharman does give Pat about another five or ten minutes to walk further away, and then dispossesses him.

The Supreme Court is quickly reached.

Pat performs the ritual of gun checking and license showing and makes his way to Etecius' office.

Etecius is available, though as thin and sharp as ever.

Etecius says, "Good afternoon, Mazpatiel."

Pat says "Good afternoon, Etecius."

Sepharmouse pops out to look and, well, not be a surprise.

Etecius says, "Good afternoon, Kyriotate, for so I assume you to be. To what do I owe your visit?"

Pat says "Several matters. Firstly, I wish to confirm that you have or have not heard the latest on the Kobal Matter."

Etecius says, "I have heard that he has been released."

Sepharmouse looks to Pat for the reason and bobs a bow of confirmation to Etecius.

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 3 5 CHECK: 2.

Pat nods. "We are expecting, soon, more detailed information. Namely the proclamation made in Hell."

Sepharmouse settles happily back into Daimonpocket...

Etecius says, "That would be of interest, if probably full of lies."

Etecius says, "How do you propose to obtain it?"

Pat says "It is being delivered by Teraphim."

Etecius frowns.

Etecius says, "He is both Fallen and untrustworthy."

Pat says "Yes."

Pat says "Which is why he has yet to be given anything in return."

Etecius nods.

Etecius says, "Be wary."

Pat says "I intend to, sir. If it is worth noting, the Serpent is equally wary."

Etecius nods again.

Etecius says, "Further?"

Pat says "Further, I wished to inquire if Focalor's state has changed."

Etecius says, "He is still comatose."

Pat purses his lips. "It has been some time."

Etecius nods, mildly.

Pat says "May I ask what steps have been taken?"

Etecius says, "We have attempted several forms of healing. Also the administration of several drugs. He does not wake."

Pat says "Hm."

Etecius says, "However, he is not in Hell. He is merely unconscious."

Pat says "Is it possible that his mind is in the Marches?"

Etecius says, "Apparently not. A Cherub has investigated."

Pat says "One of ours?"

Etecius says, "Naturally."

Etecius says, "The logical conclusion would appear to be that he held information of value."

Pat says "And?"

Etecius raises razor-thin eyebrows.

Etecius says, "We keep him in custody and await his awakening."

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 3 4 CHECK: 3.

Pat says "If I may, sir. In recent events we have had the cooperation of Blandine's agents. I would like to recommend they be approached to verify the Cherub's findings."

Etecius says, "It will be looked into."

Pat nods. "And, finally, I would like to inform you that Daimonique and I are returning to fully active status, effective immediately."

Etecius nods.

Pat says "That is all, then."

Etecius says, "You will be given any relevant information as soon as it becomes available."

Etecius says, "Walk in justice."

Pat nods. "And may all thy works be even, sir."

Pat departs the office.

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