The gun was back in its place, swords were being sheathed. Rikive threatend to put both Tony and Flint in the time-out corner and wouldn't that have been something to put on YouTube? All was right with the world again. Sort of. Maybe. Minus Nemsemet coming to kill them all.

That was when the KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door came, and Parry drew his own sword in aggravation as he spun round and slid open the bolts on the heavy door, leveled the blade at heart's height, and-

"Oh good lords, Beth," he said, resheathing the blade as he exhaled. [i]Too much adrenaline today= way too much.[/i] "You know what, we're all about to murder each other from panic anyway, so why not join the party. Actually, I'm sorry. That was in bad taste."

Parry stepped to the side, making room for Beth's newer and more rotund form in his foyer.

"How you been, Beth? I see you've gained a few pounds since the last body. That meth-head didn't suit you anyway. Teeth were beyond horrid Guys and gals, this is Beth. Beth, meet my merry band of sociopaths. We were all just getting ready to skip town before an evil God-Mummy destroys the place. I'm not sure if you're on the most wanted list yet, so feel free to join in or move on and say you never saw us if you want. Flint apparently has a setup for us. Unless you've got a plan, Tony?"