The Bird had to leave White behind for this mission, he was still hurt too badly to really be any help, and he deserved the rest. He approached the old abandoned warehouse from a distance that night, the cultist wasn't wrong, the mob was defending the cult inside. The main entrance had two wise out front, he recognized them by their fedoras and long coats. He looked up and saw the other two in the upper windows, they were the real muscle, obviously packing tommy guns. He saw a rock nearby and got an idea, he threw it at one of the wise guys. "Ah! What the hell?" He began to make his way over towards The Bird, pulling out a handgun and cocking it. The Bird quickly hid around the corner of the building, removing one of his gloves and waiting. As soon as the wise guy came around the corner, he snatched the gun out of his hand and placed his hand over his mouth. "Speak and you're dead." The wise guy kept quiet, The Bird placed the gun into his pocket and placed the now free hand onto the wise guy's forehead, his hand symbol glowing brightly. "Et factus est mihi oculis meis" The wise guy's pupils had transformed into the symbol of a bird, the symbol of The Bird's soul. "Have fun, and make sure you look around so I can get a good sense of the building." The wise guy's expression never changed as he responded. "Yes Master." The wise guy proceeded to walk back to the warehouse as The Bird returned home.
White had finally awoken to a young girl staring him down and smiling. "Gah! What is up with you people and watching people as they sleep?" The girl, who looked barely sixteen, jumped back, apparently not expecting him to wake up any time, quickly ran off and hid in the doorway. She peered out and watched White as he slowly got to his feet, walking towards the girl. "You're the girl they took right?" The girl nodded and looked over White and responded with a soft and timid voice. "Oh you are... Mr. White, the injured detective dead to the rest of society?" They both let out a little laugh, but then the atmosphere got as tense as it was before, she handed him a small container with some pills in it. "The Bird told me to give you this when you wake up, it's pain medicine." White's head was killing him, he immediately opened the container and popped two and struggled a little while to swallow but once he finally got them down he already felt better. "So what do you do here in your free time? I'm bored." The girl didn't really answer until a few minutes, when she suddenly shouted. "I like to read!" White was confused as to why the girl suddenly got loud, as she seemed before to be some type of introvert. She quickly ran off to another room, White decided to follow her. She lead him to a room that contained nothing but a chair and three massive bookshelves one for each wall. She quickly grabbed an old and almost decaying book, it was covered in strange symbols and the title was written in what seemed to be Latin. She kept flipping through the pages, obviously not stopping to read any of the pages. "What exactly did you mean by read? I can tell you aren't reading the words on the pages." The girl showed White a drawing in the book that depicted some terrifying creature that was mostly some oily looking substance, eyes, and a few mouths. "The Bird would usually help me read his books, but since he isn't here right now, I'm just looking at the pictures." White walked back into the living room, where he heard knocking from the front door. "It's me you little birdy, let me in, I don't remember the code word, just let me in!" The girl came running out of the library and yelled out. "You're the magician right?" He proceeded to answer, not yelling as loud as the girl. "Yes it's me!" She then opened the door, and stepped out of the way, letting a tall, slender, cape wearing man into the house. He smiled to White and introduced himself. "Hello there good sir, my name is Dante Balthazar, and I am a magician, and who might you be?" White chuckled a little at the fact this guy was a 'magician' he responded soon after. "My name is John White, detective for the Innkham police department, or well I us-" Before he could finish, Dante quickly interrupted. "I thought you died at that one crash down the road from the police department." So it was true, White was dead to the rest of society. A few minutes later, The Bird came down the chimney and quickly joined the rest in conversation. "Hello Dante, Samantha, and White, I've got eyes inside the distillery, you brought the spell books right Dante?" "Yessir." "White, how good are you with a gun?" "I'm a decent aim, I can hold my own." "Samantha, tomorrow you stay here, hopefully we will be bringing you a friend tomorrow, alright Dante and White, give me a few hours to get a good feel of this place, in the mean time, follow me." The Bird proceeded to walk to the bedroom of the house, as soon as they were all in there, The Bird closed the door and whispered. "Sorry I have to close the door because I don't want Samantha to know where I keep the guns." He then flipped over the bed, underneath was a rug, which he moved to reveal a hole under the house that contained a small stockpile of guns. Most of the guns were pistols, but there were about four tommy guns and two shotguns. "Jesus Christ, how did you not get caught with these weapons?" The Bird just stared at White after he said this and laughed. "Honestly? How could we NOT get caught with these weapons? Your police force sucks!" White ignored the insult and pick up a tommy gun and grabs a drum mag and loads it up. Dante grabbed one of the .45 pistols and loaded it up and stuck it into his pocket. The Bird grabbed a double barrel shotgun and loaded two shells into it, saving four for later. The walked out of the bed room and sat down and waited. "Okay I'm getting a pretty good idea of what the layout of the warehouse is, just give me about an hour." Why couldn't White ever get a break.
