Blaze thought for a moment. "We can divvy them up," he murmured. "But there's always the possibility of being killed by those goons. I do have an idea. It would be risky, but we could get Capone, get his Soul, and beat a hasty retreat." He wasn't used to being in the Meister position.

"If that's what we do," Blaze said, "you get the Soul. And I get the next ooo--!!" The ventilation shaft suddenly lurched, unceremoniously dumping the two on the table. "Ugh. Damn building inspector shoulda--"

"Who the hell're you?!" the Don roared. Blaze had an expression befitting someone caught in bed with their ex's mother. Without waiting, Capone ordered, "Ice 'em!"