You must be at least this smug to ride
Once he has enough people to assure he gets the job done with minimal collateral damage and, more importantly, with his own ass in tact, John gets together the material components. It's a minor demon. Shouldn't take much. He imagines he'll be dealing with the twins himself. They wouldn't be stupid enough to go running after a dangled rabbit. He's betting his arse, quite literally, that a minor incubus like Izrham will go for the bait in an instant. He gets a few things from the lock-up and his flat, rents a no frills bed-sit in the Nexus, and goes about calling up the aforementioned 'bait' and helping hands.
It will be odd working with two Tim Hunters at once, but he's been in stranger situations. He trusts the kid well enough, so why not trust two of them? The wild card here is the shaman. Njoki. She rubs John the right way, but that's all the more reason to worry. Women who intrigue him are usually dangerous and end up wanting his head on a pike. Still, she's the best option he has right now for getting him into hell without lighting any signal flares. Especially with one of two Tim's not feeling up to much abracadabra at the moment.
He calls on Njoki first, then both Tims. He sets out the necessary kit: chalk chiseled from the walls of the Hellfire caves, candles, a bit of sand he stuffed in his pockets while in the locker, the sharpened skeleton of a crucifix fish, a small paintbrush with baby's hair for bristles, and a bottle of what looks to be ink. He lights up the candles and lights a cigarette off the last.
All that's left is to sit on the miserable cot they call a bed in this place and wait for his guests to arrive.
It will be odd working with two Tim Hunters at once, but he's been in stranger situations. He trusts the kid well enough, so why not trust two of them? The wild card here is the shaman. Njoki. She rubs John the right way, but that's all the more reason to worry. Women who intrigue him are usually dangerous and end up wanting his head on a pike. Still, she's the best option he has right now for getting him into hell without lighting any signal flares. Especially with one of two Tim's not feeling up to much abracadabra at the moment.
He calls on Njoki first, then both Tims. He sets out the necessary kit: chalk chiseled from the walls of the Hellfire caves, candles, a bit of sand he stuffed in his pockets while in the locker, the sharpened skeleton of a crucifix fish, a small paintbrush with baby's hair for bristles, and a bottle of what looks to be ink. He lights up the candles and lights a cigarette off the last.
All that's left is to sit on the miserable cot they call a bed in this place and wait for his guests to arrive.