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"Man for fuck's sake," Daniel cursed as Curwen informed him that the demon was long gone. The mission had ended before it had began. What kind of band of thieves and murderers were they running here? "Alright, my idea is for one or two of you to return to base and see if you can get that kid fired, some of us need to stay here and secure the school before the police get here. I'll see if I can fetch my scrying mirror, see if I can track him down using that. Curwen, I'm gonna need to ride bitch with you when we move unless anyone else wants my pungent chemical odor in their car," he suggested quickly, jogging a short distance from the school.

He pulled a bottle of red powder from his jacket and drew a circle on the back of his left hand. He held it stationary as he placed the other hand to his mouth and whistled, causing a flurry of feathers as Russel sprouted from his hand as if he had been stored within. He sent Russel off with a trilled whistle; signifying to the bird that he needed his scrying supplies.

Scrying was a less than reliable way of discovering things, but it would work in a pinch. He quickly returned to the school and drew his firearm.

"Secure and make them forget, as usual."