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Daimon wipes his hands off on a cloth, since he was making sauce, walks over to the coffee table,
and picks up the phone. He walks back into the kitchen with it, and answers it. "Lightner
Accordion Repair. You squeeze it, we tweak it. What can I do you for?"
Daimon then crades the phone between ear and shoulder, and goes back to making dinner.
Liz says "Hi Daimon, it's Liz."
Daimon says "Oh hey you. Wassup?"
Liz says "Just calling to see if you're okay."
Liz says "How'd it go with Terry?"
Daimon says "I'm making sauce. Terry? Terry was Terry. He had all the properties of Terriness.
And other then that, it went pretty bland. Everyone was pissy. But he does have a video tape to
show me tomorrow."
Liz says "Hmm. Want company?"
Daimon says "Sure. I'm making enough food to feed a small army, so come on over. I'm living
with Pat, so naturally I'm at Pat's place, where there is also a Pat in residence."
Liz laughs softly. "Right, I know where it is. I'm going to go report in, find out what's been
happening."
Daimon says "So should I expect you?"
Liz says "Yeah, around dinnertime."
Daimon sounds a little perkier. "Cool. Excellent."
Liz says "Okay. Bye, and take care."
Daimon says "See ya later."
Liz hangs up, heads for the car.
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Liz walks into the SEC, wearing a nice, business-appropriate outfit (with gun and permit tucked
into her bag, just in case of Calabim with Big Guns).
The security guards and secretaries let her pass, asking if she has an appointment with anyone.
Liz called ahead, to set up an appointment with Anselm.
Anselm is available, and his secretary - a neat young man - passes you in.
Anselm rises from his chair. He's a tall man, well-built, perhaps even a shade plump, with waves
of greying hair and gold-rimmed glasses. Wood-framed prints of sailing ships hang on the walls
of his neat office.
Liz walks in, smiling, looking rather like she's been on vacation (as opposed to working 23 hours
a day moving cargo for the last week).
Anselm comes across, and offers his hand. "My dear Zebina. I hope that everything went
well?"
Liz shakes, and nods. "The circumstances are, of course, unfortunate, but the actual relief effort
went fairly well. The usual inefficiencies in local government and trade organizations, but my rates
reflect that sort of thing."
Liz says "And yourself? A quiet week?"
Anselm nods in return. "Excellent. I'm sure that your records will be as well-compiled as ever. I
have a few briefing notes to pass on to you. Would you like some coffee? Cappucino?"
Liz says "Do you have any tea? Caffeine makes me... twitchy."
Anselm chuckles. "Of course." He walks across to the door, pokes his head out, and says, "Peter?
One tea and one coffee, please."
There is a murmur of assent.
Anselm closes the door again, and says, "Please do have a seat." He waves at the spare chairs.
Liz sits in the one which allows more comfortable fidgeting.
That would be the swivelling bowl-shape chair that can be driven all over the room.
Anselm settles back behind his desk. "Firstly, Prince Kobal has been released."
Liz says "Yes, I'd heard."
Liz says "My feelings on the matter are obviously mixed."
Anselm nods, understandingly. "Well, I understand the general Position >From Above is that the
more confusion they have down there, the better our opportunities up here. Though I can see
where you have a personal investment in the matter."
Liz says "Well, presumably he will have an axe to grind, which should lead to more
confusion."
Liz says "I just hope he doesn't care to grind it on Daimon."
Anselm says, "One would hope he had more urgent matters to be seeing to. Of course, we'll be
giving Daimonique the protection we'd give any servant of Heaven. Congratulations on his
Redemption, by the way."
Liz smiles. "Thank you, although I wasn't even present for that."
Liz says "I'm sorry I missed it."
Liz says "Is there any other news?"
Anselm says, "Well, we've been checking up on Bellmans after your recent interesting reports on
there. The proprietor is officially dead, and it's been blamed on that "terrorist attack" a week
ago."
Liz says "Ah, yeah."
Liz says "The Demons of... the War, I think. Pretending to be Laurencians."
Anselm says, "Naturally, we've been doing our best to launch a thorough audit. We're hitting
blocks, but it's definitely tying up their resources there."
Anselm nods. "Interesting, that. Any theories about why?"
Liz says "Better to ask Daimon about the Politics of Hell, but probably a power balancing act to
keep Nightmares and the Game from getting too much power."
Liz shrugs eloquently. "I guess the War wants to make policy, not just carry it out."
Anselm clicks a finger, as the door opens and Peter brings in the requested tea and coffee. He
deposits the tray, and vanishes.
Anselm says, "Milk or sugar?"
Liz says "Plain, thanks."
Anselm nods, and passes the cup of tea across.
Liz takes the cup, sips, and sighs happily. "Mmm. You have excellent tea."
Anselm chuckles. "I should hope so too! Only the best for our customers, and even better for our
staff."
Liz laughs softly.
Anselm picks up his own cup of coffee. "A passing thought. If the War has already intervened
against your enemies, they may do so again. Naturally, they're our enemies, but you might want
to watch out for them going in the same direction as us."
Liz nods.
Liz says "For what it's worth, I think we may be interested in at least one Servitor of the War. A
Habbalite known as Cecilia."
Anselm says, "Your help in identifying several other DC infernal Tethers has been invaluable.
There's a note on your record." He pauses. "What about that one?"
Liz says "She survived a direct meeting with a Malakite of Fire, and has shown surprising amounts
of abstract planning ability."
Liz says "She was at Bellmans, possibly leading the attack."
Anselm says, "Hm. I'll forward a request via War to see if they have anything useful about
her."
Liz nods.
Liz swallows at the Tethers comment. "What's the current designation for the Lust Tether? Let
it alone? Keep active tabs? Destroy it?"
Anselm says, "We're keeping an active watch on it, now we know where it is. If we need to make
a move on it, we will, but for the moment we don't want the provocation."
Liz nods. "I'm not exactly eager to visit the place again."
Anselm says, "I'd formally advise you not to. There is such a thing as tempting fate."
Anselm says, "Which reminds me. Speaking of a certain trip down to Hell a week ago."
Liz says "Ah. Yes. That."
Liz says "I talked to Judgement about it. They were, as you can imagine, not exactly pleased."
Liz fidgets more, the bowl chair slowly oscillating back and forth in front of the middle half of the
desk.
Anselm says, "Naturally, you're not being blamed for what you did under compulsion. It's just a
little addendum to try and avoid such situations in future."
Liz nods.
Anselm nods, warmly. "In the meantime, what are your current objectives?"
Liz says "I'm sort of at loose ends at the moment. I'd like to keep an eye on the others, but there
are better protectors than me about. Unless, of course, things get complex again and more
negotiations are required."
Anselm nods. "Understandable. I believe that Dreams have some sort of project in train to track
the brainwashing business. Other than that, our own Archangel's business is much as normal; and
we want to take advantage of any current market space."
Anselm smiles. "Naturally."
Liz says "Mmm."
Liz says "Are there any, say, free agents running around as a result of the recent turmoil? Perhaps
some loose information or items that have unusual availability?"
Anselm says, "We haven't as yet had any communications from them, but some are bound to be
cropping up."
Anselm says, dryly, "And the Princess of Freedom is as elusive as ever."
Liz says "Naturally."
Liz says "Would you prefer I stay on the scene for the next couple of days, or shall I get back to
normal operations?"
Anselm considers. "I'd prefer it if you stayed around DC for a few days, but you must take care,
Zebina. By now several Princes will have your name as a known agent, and a powerful one at
that."
Liz chuckles softly. "'Powerful'? But I just do cargo."
Anselm says, "You've been involved in the redemption of two - _two_ - demons, the destruction
of a Tether to Hell and a few demonic plots, the evidence freeing Kobal - need I go on?"
Liz blushes, rather humanly, considering. "The others did just as much as I did, if not more."
Liz says "Daimon, yes, I think I helped there, but Azalea was actively searching for something
else. Destiny was kind."
Anselm chuckles. "Yes, but you did what you did, and that was definitely something. And they
know about you. Especially Fate."
Liz sighs softly. "I'd rather that Fate didn't. I'm unsure of how to handle that. By now there's
probably a picture of me on that Impudite's wall, with a big 'X' over my face."
Anselm says, "I just want to make sure you're sensibly careful, Zebina."
Liz nods. "I intend to be. I'd prefer being proactive, but it's obvious that going after that Impudite
alone is a bad idea."
Anselm's brows tighten. "Zebina, if I hear _one_ word about you haring off back down to Hell
after that Impudite..."
Liz ponders for a moment. "I wonder if we could trade her to The War or Dark Humor for
something."
Liz says "Oh, you needn't worry about that, Sir."
Liz says "Judgment was explicit on the matter, and I've no desire to go back."
Anselm nods, mollified. "Glad to hear it. Can't blame me for worrying, though."
Liz smiles softly. "I appreciate the concern, but even if I wanted to go back, my skills don't line
up."
Anselm nods. "Quite understandable. Now, are there any names or addresses or phone numbers
you need while you're here?"
Anselm says, "Or any requests you need putting in?"
Liz says "Hmm."
Liz says "I'd appreciate a quick check on the status of my role, just in case there are any
outstanding warrants, investigations, or the like."
Anselm smiles. "All done. You're entirely free of suspicion or investigation."
Liz smiles brightly. "Excellent."
Liz says "And I don't suppose there's any way of telling whether or not there's a Djinn attuned to
you?"
Anselm says, "Unfortunately not. There are certain relics that can break such an attunement, if
you think it's likely?"
Liz says "I was captured at one point. On the other hand, I doubt they expected me to get free
that quickly, so..."
Liz shrugs. "It's certainly possible.
Anselm says, "I'll put in a request - though, then again, that was over a week now? Any
attunements should have been broken by now."
Liz says "True."
Liz looks a bit relieved by that.
Anselm says, "I think we can hold on that, then."
Liz says "Well, other than my identity being known to Fate, I suppose I'm in good shape. And I
really can't complain about that."
Anselm says, "Very good."
Liz ponders, tapping her feet lightly against the legs of the chair.
Anselm waits, patiently.
Liz says "That should be everything. Would you like me to do anything for you as long as I'm out
and about?"
Anselm says, "We don't seem to have any particular current objectives, but I'll pass anything onto
you as soon as I can."
Anselm rises. "Go with the speed of God, Zebina."
Liz rises as well. "Thanks. Godspeed to you too, Sir."
Liz thinks, well, that was rather relaxing.
Anselm shows Liz to the door.
Liz sets the teacup down on the desk, and departs.
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Daimon, who still has the phone, dials the number for Shannen's place.
Daimon stirs his sauce. Stir stir.
Shannen assumes that Daimon called at some point when she is at home (since no one is here to
question it) and so lets it ring exactly -once- before picking it up and speaking happily into the
phone "IIttttt''s Shannen and I bet you want to talk to me right now. Well, guess what? I'm
-home-. Yup, this is no recording for you. You lucked out!"
Daimon blinks.
Daimon says "Hi Shannen. Er, this is Daimon."
Shannen ohhs and plops onto her couch *foomf* "Hey there, how are you, how's Pat, how's
Sarah, how was your meeting?"
Daimon says "Hey. I'm fine, Pat is fine, Sarah is fine, and my meeting was pretty bland. Are you
doing anything tonight?"
Shannen ponders with a long 'hmm' "I'm not sure, really. I'm going to help Aron find someone.
Erm. Usha. That" she sighs "Beleth was terrorizing. The poor, poor dear - I mean Usha, not
Beleth. We might not be leaving until tomorrow - I hope not, I wanted to get some stuff done
today and everything. Sooo.. if tomorrow, then I'm perfectly free tonight."
Daimon says "Oh." Then he pauses, because he knows nothing about Beleth and Usha abd
whatever, but if it's an Aronquest, he's very likely to get an earful about it. "Well, we've got a big
group of people either over or coming over. I was wondering if, you know, you weren't busy, you
wanted to join us."
Shannen giggles into the phone "Oh -wow-! Yes, I would love to. I never get invited out much
by the non-humans, you know." She frowns "I wonder why. Oh well, sure.. umm.. where should
we meet. Well, you know, if I can go."
Daimon says "Well, we're just all sort of congregating at Pat's place."
Shannen oohs. "Pat's place. Umm. I suppose I can look that up in the phone books and take a taxi
down there."
Daimon gives Shannen directions.
Shannen writes it down, making notes "Okay. Got it." Smooch over the phone "I'll at least stop
by to give you all hugs!"
Daimon says "Okay. Bye."
Daimon hangs up the phone and starts setting out dishes.
Liz meanwhile drives from the SEC over to Pat's place, stopping off to pick up a cake for
dessert.
Outside Pat's house, Liz's car rolls up.
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Hitherby senses a convergence of mighty forces. And supper.
There is, indeed, a smell of cooking food emanating from the Pathouse.
Hitherby concludes that either there is something yummy inside or Eduardo caught a
Balseraph.
Hitherby flutters in and lands in a neat circle on the door, trusting the pulling-up-in-car Liz to
open it with typical Ofanite dispatch.
Pat watches CourtTV, making notes on the poor procedures of humankind.
Daimon sings in Italian as he sets the table.
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Hitherby, more specifically, lands on the front door of the house.
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Hitherby looks smug. Villains flee when Hitherby approaches!
Sarah does occasional, not /really/ nervous circuits, checking doors and windows.
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Eduardo signs out, and heads that direction. He mutters. "I'll know, alright."
The sensation of heat seems to lead you onwards, though it feels - in some way - as if it is still
some distance away. It is definitely to the north-west, towards Baltimore.
Eduardo mutters, and digs out his cellphone, driving considerably more than the speed limit as
he makes his way out of town. He fumbles Pat's number in on the second try.
The sensation of heat definitely grows, till all the car seems wrapped in a pleasantly lava-warm
glow, though it does no damage to the car itself or to Eduardo. There is simply ... the sensation.
Definitely towards Baltimore.
In Pat's house, Pat's phone rings.
Pat leans forward, picking up his cellphone and muting the television. "This is Patrick."
Sephar wakes up to listen.
Eduardo says "Mazpatiel."
Eduardo says "I think I've found the fire. Or am finding it."
Pat frowns, standing from his chair. "Where?"
Sarah looks over to Pat, distinctly concerned.
Pat looks at Sarah, and mouths the word 'fire'.
Sarah frowns.
Liz walks up to the door, with cake, and opens the door for herself and the small swarm.
Liz knocks first though.
Hitherby . o O ( Sugar. )
Hitherby is fortunate to have such strength of will!
Pat turns to the door, nodding very briefly to Liz as he listens to the telephone.
Hitherby forms a neat ring around and just above Liz's head and flies in circles.
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Sephar waves its tail at Liz when she walks in.
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Eduardo says "It seems to be out of town. And, .." and then pauses, voice lifting a little. "... as
my lady said. I know."
Sarah removes herself from the way of the door when she sees it's Liz, and gives a small,
apologetic smile.
Daimon continues to do domestic things, oblivious.
Pat mutters something possibly unkind. "Alright. Where are you now?"
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Eduardo glances out of the window, still speeding, and reads off a mile marker, giving Pat a
possibly (likely?) overly detailed position. "I'm heading to John Hopkins."
Liz smiles at people when she walks in, gives Sarah a hug, waves to Sephar, and saunters into the
kitchen to deliver her cake. "Hi, Daimon."
Hitherby gives the food her careful attention.
Daimon looks up from what he was doing. "Oh, hi Liz." He gives her a big hug, then inspects the
cake. "Hey. This was just dinner. Now it's an official shindig."
Pat says "That''ll take some time to get there, Edward."
Sarah looks over to Pat. "Get -- never mind."
There is another Symphonic disturbance, perhaps another Song. Now Eduardo is closer, he can
make a guess at the location - the John Hopkins Medical Centre.
Sarah reminds herself once again not to talk to people while they're on the phone.
Liz hugs Daimon back, and kisses him.
Eduardo shrugs, putting the pedal to the metal - the engine note from his unit deepneing notably.
There's a click, and the sound of a siren. He says nothing.
Daimon kisses back. Mmmm Liz. Liz is moi excellent.
Pat says "Alright. I'm on my way."
Liz sticks her head back in the main room. "Something going on?"
Eduardo says, "Well." Nothing for a moment. After a second he adds, "I think I can get there
quickly."
Pat says "Get there. We'll meet you."
Eduardo says "And there has just been a disturbance in the Symphony there."
Pat says "Shit."
Eduardo says "Language."
Sephar says "Should I join him, Pat?"
Sarah gives Pat an almost definitively disturbed look.
Hitherby hums, atonally, "Food. Mission. Food. Mission." Then, cleverly, Kyriotatishly, she says,
"Both!"
And, as Eduardo comes turning onto the driveway leading towards the Medical Centre...
Sephar looks mildly disturbed over Pat's word.
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Sephar's ears are up.
Liz says "Right, I'll get the car..."
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Hitherby breaks off a nice yellowjacket to enjoy the meal while the rest of her joins the group.
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As Eduardo watches, the Medical Centre begins to _explode_.
Daimon says "Oh boy."
Pat cringes. "Sephar. Go to him. Now."
Sephar touches the phone.
Liz says "Pat, anyone else who's coming, get in the car *now*."
Great gouts of flame blossom throughout the building, lighting up dark rooms and limming it in
scarlet and gold.
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Hitherby swarms onto Liz's shoulders.
Daimon grabs his shoes, his watergun, and his coat.
Liz dashes for her car.
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Sepharmouse says, "Got the phone."
Pat grabs a gun and his trenchcoat, forgetting about his suitcoat as he heads carwards.
Eduardo floors the car once again, towards the building. He says, quite calmly. "The building just
exploded."
Daimon follows, right behind Pat.
Sarah glances to Pat and Daimon, takes no more time than that, and attempts the impossible of
catching up with an Ofanite.
Sepharphone hops into Eduardo's radio after turning it on.
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Liz hops into the car, starts it, and waits only long enough for everyone to get in.
Pat comments into the phone. "Wonderful. We're on our way. Sephar will do
communications."
The car radio in Eduardo's car flares into life.
Sepharradio says softly, "Eduardo, it's Sephar, I'll help back you up and communicate."
Pat hangs up the phone and pockets it as he piles into the car.
As Eduardo brings his car spinning in, he can see a pair of figures running towards a waiting car,
from the side of the building.
Sepharmouse hops into Daimon's pocket.
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Pat says "North, Liz. Baltimore. And quickly."
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Sepharradio says, "I'm in your celphone, so you can carry with me if you need me."
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Daimon says "Anyone have a chunk of Hitherby?"
Liz has bugs all over her shoulders.
The Ofanite Car goes screaming down the road.
Hitherby hums, "I'm never sure."
Sepharmouse giggles.
Pat, now safely in the AngelMobile, calms a bit and checks his gun. "The hospital just
exploded."
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Eduardo nods to the radio, and then rolls out of the side of his car, moving to investigate the
flaming building.
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Sarah whispers, "Oh, no."
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People are beginning to spill out of the burning building - or out of the lit sections - in what is
clearly the remnants of fire drills. Most are staggering. All are shocked. Several are calling the fire
brigade.
Sepharmouse says to the folks in the car, "Eduardo just got out to investigate two people running
from the building."
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Sepharphone possesses the car that the two figures are running towards...
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Daimon says "Come join Dominic! Guaranteed flaming buildings your first day on the job."
Hitherby says, seriously, "I don't smoke."
As the Ofanite Car goes screaming down the street in DC, Sepharmouse (though nobody else)
hears a tiny Symphonic *ping* as they go by the Smithsonian and the Museums there. From the
Freer Gallery. Doubtless pure coincidence.
The two people at the Scene reach their car, then wrench at the door handles to get them
open.
Sepharmouse goes, "There was a ping."
Liz says "What kind of ping?"
Daimon says "Ping?"
Sepharmouse says, "A ping in the Symphony by the Smithsonian."
Liz drives faster.
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Sephar says "From the Freer Gallery."
Sephar says "As we went by."
Sephar says "Something small."
The two people pile into the car. They both look like nondescript men... then again, one is
familiar.
Daimon says "What do we know is there? Anything?"
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Eduardo flashes a badge and starts herding people away from the building, playing the -albeit
battered and antisocial looking -- hero cop as he attempts to enter the flaming building. Anyone
who looks vaguely coherent he'll ask what they thought happened.
With a sudden shock, Sephar _recognises_ one of the two men. He's the Impudite of Vapula who
possessed Zebina in the sewers.
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Sepharphone rings on Eduardo.
The Impudite has, of course, no clue that Sephar is in the car. He thrusts his key into the
ignition.
Sepharcar makes sure that the engine doesn't turn over by disconnecting the starter.
The people milling round Eduardo are mainly confused, though some are sensible and trying to
organise things. One of them, a middle-aged woman, says, "It started over in the AIDS lab. No,
I have no fucking clue what happened."
Sepharphone rings for Eduardo, with extra beeps.
The engine in the Impudite's car fails to turn over. He curses in Helltongue, and twists the key
again.
Sepharmouse in the car eeks, "One of the Valpulan crew is trying to get away from the hospital
site..."
Sephar says "He was the one that possessed Liz before."
Liz says "What?!"
Liz resolves to use essence on her next driving roll.
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Pat says "Pardon?"
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The Ofanite car _screams_ down the road, doing an impression of the Delorean from _Back to
the Future_, the wind hissing by the windows, as it miraculously avoids traffic.
Hitherby hunkers down.
Daimon puts on his seat belt.
Liz calls, "Hang on back there!"
Eduardo answers the phone, while asking and attempting to determine where the AIDS lab is.
(was?)
Sepharphone says, "Two Vapulan Demons are trying to escape in the parking lot, I'll flash the
headlights for you."
Sephar says "When you get down there."
The middle-aged woman points over to one building - perhaps coincidentally, where the highest
flames are rising from. "There. AIDS lab. They keep the samples and do research stuff there. Now
excuse me, I need to do a headcount."
Eduardo blinks once, and then shoves his hand into his pocket, nods to the lady, and takes off at
a full blown run for the parking lot. Unlike most cops he doesn't have his hand on his gun.
Sepharcar starts to flash the headlights when Eduardo reaches the lot.
The headlights flash from the car, as the two "men" in there give up on the ignition key, and come
scrambling out, one on each side.
Eduardo charges them. "Stop. Police."
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Sepharmouse says, "They seem to have blown up the AIDs lab." To the folks in the car.
The two men just run for it, both heading back to try and reach one of the other parked cars in
the lot.
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The Impudite who tried to possess Liz manages to avoid a car door. The other runs into it, gets
it in the stomach, goes sprawling.
The Ofanite car, on the outskirts of DC, can see distant flames lighting up the sky, and hear the
distant sound of fire engines.
Eduardo makes an attempt to light off his sword. Sod subtlety, it's time to put the Fear of God
into them. And the fear of fire, and Gabriel, and a few other things.
Sepharmouse says, "The two demons ran out of the car and are headed 'such and so' across teh
parking lot, can you get in their way, Liz?"
Liz says "Give me a sec, Sephar."
Sepharmouse says, "Sure."
Liz points the car in that general direction, and resolves to get a faster car at some point.
The sword lights up in Eduardo's hands, in a cascade of fire.
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The sprawled man shrieks, "It's a fucking angel! Run! RUN!"
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The other one - who possessed Liz that time - takes his advice, and runs faster, as the sprawled
one tries to get to his feet.
Eduardo smiles. There's no cruelty in the expression, but there is no friendship either. It simply
is. He continues to run, sword held ready to cut the downed one first.
The downed man is trying to get to his feet, but is slower than Eduardo, and only halfway there
when the Malakite reaches him.
Sepharphone squawks, "We need to ask them what they were up to, Eduardo. Just remember
that."
Liz aims the car at the running angel in the parking lot, not the down one.
Liz is aiming, specifically, to skid to a stop right in front of 'him' so he runs straight into the car.
*thud*
Liz warns, "If you have ethereal shields, put 'em up. This guy's got the Song of Posession."
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Daimon says "Fantastic."
The running Impudite shrieks, as he sees the blazing-headlighted car heading straight for him, and
tries to dodge.
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Eduardo chops down, a brutal slash aimed at the legs.
Pat merely chambers a round in his pistol.
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Hitherby struggles desperately with the desire to leap into the guy, just for fairness' sake. But
demons have Will.
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Daimon pulls out the Eli squirt gun and hopes it does something cool.
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The sprawling man goes down with a *shriek* as the flaming sword bites into his legs. Blood
runs, as he tries to roll to one side and bring his arm up to shield himself.
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Hitherby scans the parking lot for someone useful.
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The running Impudite manages to dodge out of the way of the skidding car, eyes wide with terror,
as he throws himself to one side. However, he is now trapped vaguely between the Ofanite Car
and Eduardo.
Eduardo leaves the downed man, who presumably can't run. He closes on the other.
The downed man just lies there, clutching at his maimed legs and weeping, for the moment.
Liz steps out of the car, drawing her gun. "Down, on the ground, now, and we won't let the
Malakite kill you."
The Impudite glances behind him, at the Malakite with the Sword, and then in front of him, at Liz.
His eyes narrow.
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Pat steps out of the car a little less excitably than Liz, and levels his pistol at the demon.
Liz grins fiercely, her red hair blowing in the wind.
Daimon gets out last.
The sound of some sort of Song can be heard by everyone. The Impudite's eyes go wide as he
staggers back a step. He hisses, "Damn you."
Hitherby is on the Ofanite's shoulders, a very convenient thing.
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Pat says "No, thank you. I suggest you cooperate, or else things will become exceedingly
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The Impudite says, "Yeah, yeah."
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Eduardo doesn't need to resonate on the demon. He knows it's a bad demon that he wants to
kill.
Liz judges the distance of the approaching Eduardo. "Five seconds to deal."
Liz counts down from there...
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Hitherby grabs the best host she can, intending to edge in this general direction, hoping to be
mostly behind him. She knows it may take a while to get a host to the area without being obvious
about it, since most humans will be avoiding this confrontation.
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The Impudite looks at the advancing Malakite. Looks back at Liz. "Can you stop him killing
me?"
Daimon hopes to God that it's correct when he makes the Dominican sign for "Don't kill -
question. Important."
Liz says "If you get down on the ground, now, hands over the back of your head."
The Impudite sighs. He drops to the ground, and folds his hands on the back of his head.
Pat holds a hand, palm-out, to Eduardo. The gun stays trained on the demon. "There will be no
escape. If you cooperate, you will keep your soul. Are we clear?"
Liz says "Any sign of going celestial and my colleagues from Justice will collar you and drag you
into the nearest Celestial tether to fry like an egg."
Daimon says "Hi."
The Impudite says, into the dirt, "Yeah, sure, just make this quick. I'm a busy man."
Pat says "We can do quick. What's going on here?"
The other one, with sliced-up legs, just lies there and whimpers. And crawls a bit, slowly, in the
direction of away. Very slowly.
The Impudite says, "I'm just following orders."
Liz says "I'll get the other one."
Daimon walks over and grabs Pat by the arm. "Instant conference."
Eduardo turns away from the first once, face a thundercloud. He stalks towards the second,
voicing one word. "Stop."
Liz walks over to stand by Eduardo, looking at the other one.
The second one collapses into the dirt, with a further whimper. "Just please... be quick about
it."
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Eduardo says "My Lady is Gabriel. When it comes, it will be fast."
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Eduardo says "Unlike you, we are not cruel."
Pat nods to Daimon, though he keeps looking at the grounded demon. "Go ahead."
Liz says "Five seconds, Eduardo."
Liz says to the cripple, "Why are you here?"
The flames roar upwards round the Medical Centre. Fire engines have arrived, and hoses play
water upon it.
Daimon hisses at Pat, into Pat's ear so it's not overheard, "He's got a prisoner, samples of
something he stole, and he knows where his base is."
Eduardo continues to walk across the lot, sword like a tiny fragment of the inferno that was once
a hospital.
The crippled man whimpers, "We were told to come and do cleanup by torching the place..."
Liz says "Why?"
The Impudite snaps, voice like a whipcrack, "Shut up!"
Liz says "We can still take you to a tether, you know."
Daimon releases Pat's arm, and goes over to the crippled demon to resonate on him. He hunkers
down so he can get a good shot.
Liz says, more loudly, "BOTH of you."
Eduardo continues to cross the parking lot. It's notable how slow he's walking.
The crippled man looks up, face tearstained, to meet Daimon's eyes.
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Pat says, to the unwounded demon, "Who is the prisoner?"
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The Impudite says, "What prisoner?" It's a fraction too slow.
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Daimon says, in a more compassionate voice, "What's your name?"
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Pat says "Wrong answer."
Pat shoots the demon in the back of the knee.
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The Impudite shrieks as his knee is shattered.
Pat remains perfectly calm. "Now. Who is the prisoner?"
The crippled man says, to Daimon, "I'm... Jehazi."
Eduardo kills the wounded one and then rounds on the others. "No."
The light goes out of the crippled man's eyes quickly as Eduardo's sword slices into him. He
breathes once, and is still.
Daimon sighs heavily, and stands up.
Daimon is never ever going to like this death thing, in any form.
Eduardo stalks back, repeating "No!"
The Impudite snarls, "Damn you all. There is no prisoner!" But it's obvious he's lying.
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Pat squats, and puts the barrel of the pistol to the back of the Impudite's other knee. "You're
lying." He doesn't pull the trigger, though.
Daimon walks over to where Pat is having a good time being an Elohite.
The Impudite sighs, and lies still in the dirt.
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