Beetlejuice popped into reality with an unceremonious [i]poof[/i]. No green light, no thunder clap, no insane cackling. He saved the good shit for when he was actually [i]happy[/i] to be summoned. Instead, he stood there, arms crossed, mirroring Lydia's unhappy expression and glare.

The suited man nodded approvingly. 

"You will both be going to Russian today. We need insight on a political meeting taking place there." A couple lab techs walked in and handed Lydia a recording device, completely ignoring the green haired demon giving them death glares. "These are the coordinates." The man held out a piece of paper to Beetlejuice, who looked at, but made no motion to take it. The suited man set it down on the table instead.

"You may only take one hour. Any longer, and there will have to be consequences." 

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure," Beetlejuice put a hand on Lydia's shoulder and suddenly they were gone. Just like that, the two were in Russia, at the coordinates they'd been give. "The fuckin' nerve of that guy," BJ grumbled. He looked up at the building before them. At least they were out for a little bit.