Robert took a mental step back as he took a hard look at everyone here. No one was on the same page, or at least nearly no one was. He could feel that itching away at him, the conflicting Perspectives grinding at each other, and really, he had to stifle a curse.

‘Why do I have to be the team player?’ He groused internally. But knew it was the best way to stay alive, so he sucked it up. For now.

“Hey Sam.” He’d say as he moved over to the ex-gangster’s side. “Here,” He passed off his gun, “I’m going to help ‘Zekiel tear down the light show but I’m going to want this back. And careful it pulls to the left.” He stayed only long enough to take a drag off his smoke before turning away.

He stopped by the van just long enough to grab the first wrench he could see before moving towards the tower. He wanted the thing gone ASAP, and he had a few ideas of how to do that. Though he doubted that Ezekiel would approve of any of them.

That was fine.

He'd play along with the old man for now, but getting to examine the thing up close and personal would let him figure out the best way to prep it to come down like a stack of cards. Something that would only get easier when the Suits showed.

But damn if he didn’t wish he had more time to set up the Stage. At least he knew the Crowd he was working with were at least Awake. Now it was just time to find the right Trick to pull this all off.

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As the others pulled out their weapons and made plans, Kalen's gaze darted into the distance. His stare went vacant for a moment, as he tried to read the future. Something to give the group an edge, some way to know what the best choice was, or - "Ow!" A twinge of pain was all that greeted him, like a bright flash of light in a dark room. Swearing mildly, he shook it off. It happened sometimes - Time magick was not infallible.

"New plan, then. I'll stall for time." He calmed himself with a few deep breaths, neatened his hair and clothes the best he could. Making sure his rosary was present around his wrist, he stepped out the door.

With a charming, easy grin and a clear stare, he greeted the group in suits. "Good evening. Have you heard the good word of our Lord and Savior?"

There were five of them in total, dressed far too formally for the occasion. One could see the unease in the way they looked around at every passing shadow, uncomfortable with the environment they were in, unsure what they were looking for. One walked ahead, careful in his stride, poking around with a flashlight. The other four men walked behind in perfect sync, dressed nearly identically, down to creases on their shirts. The first one saw Kalen and approached.

He chuckled, a weak chuckle, but an honest one; a way to defuse the tension. “Sir, I’d be happy to talk about that but as a government employee I think it’s important to be neutral in those matters when I’m on the job. Besides, I don’t think people like it when the tax man hangs around their church too much. Right guys?” He said, as he looked around and

The men beside him looked unamused, silently displaying their discontent, not even acknowledging his joke, eyes still intensely fixed on Kalen.

“Hey guys, uhhh, d’you want to say something? I don’t know how you do it in your department, but this guy does want to talk to us.”

Still they were silent, but watching for sudden movements

“Well, anyway, I’m agent Henry Barlow, with the IRS. I know, I know, odd for me to be poking around a junkyard, but we’ve got a lead on someone casino related fraud, and was wondering if you’d like to talk to us. Ain’t that right guys, come on, introduce yourselves already.”

The other four spoke one at a time, each in a monotone, in perfect order one after another

“Agent Smith, FBI”
“Agent Johnson, DOJ”
“Agent Williams, Nevada Gaming Control”
“Detective Brown, Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department”

They had nothing else to say after that. Even Barlow looked confused by them.

"...chatty bunch." Kalen's grin widened slightly as if laughing at his own joke. "Mr. Barlow, Mr. Smith, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Williams, Detective Brown. My name is Brother Keegan, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now then." All of his Sunday school classes, every single Mass he'd attended and slept through. All of them were practice for this.

With his voice pitched louder, he began. Hopefully, the others could hear him through the door. "All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching, for refutation, for correction, and for training in righteousness, so that one who belongs to God may be competent, equipped for every good work." He made eye contact with each agent, even though it was unsettling to look them directly in the eyes.

"That's 2 Timothy, Chapter 3, verses 16 and 17. You see, gentlemen, your choice of profession doesn't dissuade me. You are all trying to do what's just and fair and lawful, correct?"

Barlow said

“Well, Brother Keegan, I appreciate your willingness to work with us. I don’t know if you’re the casino type, but we are wondering who else is around this junkyard this time of night. We think some people might be trying to do a deal with some items that they shouldn’t have in the possession, legally speaking. Would you know anything about that?”

When describing the details of what they were looking for, it seemed that Barlow himself was a little confused about the actual nature of the investigation, trying his best to describe something he knew little about.

"Illegal? No, sir, not that I saw." Kalen sounded a little shocked. "Then again, most people who don't slam the door in my face usually tuck any paraphenalia out of sight." A half grin appeared on his face. "I don't know why. I'm certainly not perfect, I am only human. Been trying to quit smoking for some time. Nasty habit, and yet I have fallen off the wagon many times. But, God forgives." He had to keep this going as long as he could.

"As many times as you fall, God will pick you back up if you let him. As many enemies are against you, be it one man, **five men** or five hundred, his will strengthens you." He lifted his voice just so, hoping that at least one of them was listening.

While he was talking, one of the other agents (Johnson?) got on his phone and began to talk, standing off to the side for some privacy, but good luck let Kalen hear a few of the words in the conversation. The words were “Named Keegan…Look into Rosa’s people first… Maybe Choir? I don’t know, is he anyone?” With one on the phone, and one talking to Kalen, the other two fanned out and looked around, no longer bunched up.