Parry stopped in place, chewing his thumbnail while the Lycanthrope gave him the latest and not-so-greatest on how badly they were fucked. Dammit all to the Pit, he shouldn't have given Augustus the help. Stupid stupid stupid! He had a soft spot for kids, part of his old job. For whatever reason, Augustus had hit him hard with the "Think of the children!" line and Parael had taken the bait. 'Of course I'll think of the children! Here, take this old thing- no, don't ask where I got it. It should work as proof against Egyptian Magi.' Should being the operative word there.

Now his place had a big fat target on it, and he was out his most powerful asset in the fight against Nemsemet. 

Well, not his most powerful. He still had his old sword. But if he pulled that one out, they might as well drop a nuclear missile on the museum. It'd get the job done with far less of a mess.

"Well, if Nemsemet can make corpses talk, we're double boned. No helping there," he said, walking back to the main room of the Center. A few Fae were huddled in the corner sleeping, some lone-wolf shifters sleeping in a pile on the main carpet. A teenage pimple faced wizard was busy playing a game on a smart-phone, oblivious to their presence.

Hardly the makings of an army.

Parry slipped right past them and pulled a black designer diaper bag off the coat rack on the wall- All silver patterns and gold thread. Fancy stuff. It weighed a few pounds but opening it revealed nothing.

"Alright, do me a favor and hit the basement. There's two safes beneath the stairs. Code's 1-5-1 on both of them. Empty them both into here. And do NOT open the flasks in safe number two. I'll dispose of them later but Nemsemet cannot have them."

Packed in with all the industrial sized boxes of diapers, pull-ups, baby food and extra toys were a pair of electronic safes. Number one had all the cash Parael owed de Lacy for his tithes. Not collected since the court got nuked, so they'd have about three grand in cash for whatever they needed. de Lacy's [i]real[/i] tribute was in safe number two, bottled up in a silver flask with a couple others that were empty, but likely had trace amounts of liquid in them. And Nemsemet could [i]not[/i] get his grubby hands on Celestial blood under any circumstances.

"Alright," Parry said to his occupants, checking his watch. "Closing time folks! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here! Car keys are on the table and anyone without a car, the next city bus comes around in twelve minutes. I'm going upstairs to change. Anyone still here when I get back will not be happy with what I do to you!"