The door Coyote opens leads to a brightly lit section of the strip. You can barely tell it's getting late in the evening, the sky is practically blotted out by blinding fluorescents
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Liz stands up, thanks to Sam himself and also due to a white-knuckled grip on the back of Sam's tuxedo jacket. She's very, very unsteady, but she's up, and she stares at the floor and her bare feet and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, "Oh goddammit."
Sam glances down and seems to get it; he lifts her up (it looks pretty easy, even with most of the support coming from only one arm; it helps that the top of Liz's head barely comes up to his shoulder when she's standing) and carries her over the worst of the shattered crystal.
That's what Riley would see and hear if the security cameras weren't all way fried, anyway. Shoddy equipment is for losers, Babylon
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When they get close to the bar, someone pops up with a shriek. It's the waitress from before, swinging a bottle hard at Dean, who's in the front.
She pulls her hit a little, and Dean catches her wrist before dropping it and stepping back quickly. "Oh! Shit! It's you. I'm so sorry-" She breaks off, staring at the ruins of the room.
"I...I saw what happened, even if I don't understand." She glances at Liz, still half hanging on Sam. "You need to get out, you need to get out of here before the police come."
She steps aside to let them by her through the door. "It's an emergency exit out back, but the alarm's already going off, so." Her smile is quavery, but definitely present.
"Ah- that exit comes out near the service one near you guys- that works perfectly too. And we have a first aid kit and plenty of gatorade."
"... And by the way? From the little I did manage to find, you can either kill off the spirit that's helping the Nahual, or sic another Nahual on the one that's bugging you."
Beat.
"We should let them know that blowing them up works too."
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Laini grins innocently at that last part, then starts closing up some of the programs. The little green beetles have returned to their virtual cage, and the computerized security in Babylon is pretty well fried. And with the shooting and fire alarms, well-
She starts humming "Luck be a Lady", and pulls up one of the original screens.
Liz stared at the waitress, but Dean saved her from having to come up with an answer, which is probably good for everyone, because she's slurring a little with exhaustion just now.
She's used to the shrieking; not so much the thanking. She manages a tiny smile to the waitress as they go, mostly a quirk of one side of her mouth, but she's focused on holding onto Sam, on not letting her treacherous knees get the best of her, and on not blacking out.
Joris frowns, stepping further out into the alleyway to look down either side. One way goes to the street, the other to the employee parking lot, and all he sees are a couple of dumpsters and flat-bed delivery trucks.
His left knee's screaming at him, and his left shoulder too, but everyone who came in with them's still alive, and that's what counts.
Catching Liz's nod to Dean, Sam limps over and helps her up, leaving his arm around her waist for support.
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"And anybody who needs patching up, which would be...everybody, can see me when we get back to the bar."
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Sam glances down and seems to get it; he lifts her up (it looks pretty easy, even with most of the support coming from only one arm; it helps that the top of Liz's head barely comes up to his shoulder when she's standing) and carries her over the worst of the shattered crystal.
That's what Riley would see and hear if the security cameras weren't all way fried, anyway. Shoddy equipment is for losers, Babylon ( ... )
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She pulls her hit a little, and Dean catches her wrist before dropping it and stepping back quickly. "Oh! Shit! It's you. I'm so sorry-" She breaks off, staring at the ruins of the room.
"I...I saw what happened, even if I don't understand." She glances at Liz, still half hanging on Sam. "You need to get out, you need to get out of here before the police come."
She steps aside to let them by her through the door. "It's an emergency exit out back, but the alarm's already going off, so." Her smile is quavery, but definitely present.
"Thank you."
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"... And by the way? From the little I did manage to find, you can either kill off the spirit that's helping the Nahual, or sic another Nahual on the one that's bugging you."
Beat.
"We should let them know that blowing them up works too."
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Laini grins innocently at that last part, then starts closing up some of the programs. The little green beetles have returned to their virtual cage, and the computerized security in Babylon is pretty well fried. And with the shooting and fire alarms, well-
She starts humming "Luck be a Lady", and pulls up one of the original screens.
"What'd'ya say, hot stuff? One or two million?"
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"Right, then." She swivels the chair around to give him a grin.
"Let's go pick the heros up, shall we?"
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"Same goes, sweetheart." Dean's quick grin for the waitress is easy and warm. "You take care of yourself."
He ducks through the door to the outside first, scanning for any threats. Sam's right behind him, still half-carrying Liz.
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She's used to the shrieking; not so much the thanking. She manages a tiny smile to the waitress as they go, mostly a quirk of one side of her mouth, but she's focused on holding onto Sam, on not letting her treacherous knees get the best of her, and on not blacking out.
Outside: there is no van.
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"... I thought the van was supposed to be here."
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Laini grabs her PDA and turns off the 'Someone. Else's. Problem.' field currently surrounding the van.
Duh. Van right next to the dumpsters. Really, people.
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The back doors are open.
(He really could have gone his entire life without driving in another coronary-inducing medium-speed van chase, he thinks.
At least there are no motorcycles this time.)
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Artemis scrambles into the back of the van with more speed than grace, turning to help any of the others in.
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That and he's hanging back to let Sam help Liz in first. You know, just in case.
Everything else has been a clusterfuck, why stop now?
Goddamn Tricksters.
Goddamn Vegas.
And he didn't even get to bet a dime.
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