Smirking, Gene puts his gun away. "Nice shot," he remarks to Lynch. Michelle just gets an odd look. "What's your problem?" he asks, gesturing at a closet. A bit of magic summons a broom and dustpan to start sweeping up the demon bits.
"Now...let's see what they want protected so badly," Gene laughs as he heads over to the laptop and starts browning through it.
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