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She reaches up to her hair and in her usual fairy dust routine, becomes very tiny and flies off.
    Vets makes like we have to change a tire, just in case.  The rest of us just wait.
    After a bit Shey buzzes back in and turns to normal size in the minivan.
    She reports. “Nobody in the yard, but three guys with automatic weapons off the main entry area.  I didn’t see anyone else in the main warehouse, but there’s a locked room and I’m sure someone’s in there.”
    I figure that’s where our target is.  And chances are he’s armed to the gills – both supernaturally and otherwise.  I thank Shey for her help and look over to the team.  I share my pl an: “We take the front door, use Sil to distract them and then take them down quietly”
    Hag- Sil just looks at me and says, “I’m not changing from this unless you make me.”
    I could compel her to change.  I can compel any of my summonlings to do anything I wish.  I just don’t like to do that. So instead, I just give her an exasperated look and sigh “well, fine.”
    I give the plan a moment or two to re-gel in my mind. “Alright then, Shey knock on the door, when they open it we take them as quietly and as suddenly as we can.  We do not want them warning anyone. If we can avoid fatality, let’s do that… but not at our expense.  O kay?”
    The team nods in agreement.
    So we move in.  Shey knocks on the door, trying to look as disarming as possible.  The door opens and she is greeted by the first thug.  First thug gets a finger strike to the throat, followed by Shey barreling into the room using him as cover.  The element of surprise is in our favor. The other guards hold fire not wanting to nail their guy. 
    That leaves room for Arixtumin, the sorcerer of our group, to step up. He lets loose a black lightning bolt that sends one of the guards flying across the reception space.  He trains his attention to the other, but my trusty hound Hjuul has already torn across the room, pounced on him and is tearing his throat out.  Gory, yes - but effective as he never got a shout out.
    So much for non-lethal force …
    The rest of us pile into the reception area.  Shey is finishing off the guard she had in hand with a choke hold ; her arms around his neck and legs locked tightly around his torso.  The other guard is lying in a crumpled ball in the corner.  The third one is no more than gore upon my hound’s jowls.
    I signal to the team that we need to enter the warehouse area. All are attentive.  As a strike team, we are quite cohesive.
    We are making our way to the warehouse, when crumpled guard begins to get up and pull his sidearm.  Like a flash Hag-Sil is on him, slapping the weapon from his hand and tripping him to the ground. She drops on him enveloping his face under her skirt. He is struggling and she is working her hips back and forth.  Then, just like that, she goes to a splits , flat on the floor and with a twist of her hips, he stops moving. She puts her feet on his shoulders and forcibly disengages from him.
    Everyone is shocked and wordless. 
    I hear Shey gag.  Pffif says, “I donnae think that’s a place anyone wans ta be anymore.” 
    I am thoroughly disgusted.
    “Nobody heard him scream” she croaks to us.
    Hag-Sil points to her cataract eyes and then to the warehouse. Back on mission, I get it. But damn, that was just gross. I had no idea she could do that.  I knew it was a death snatch, just not an eat your face and break your neck one. Eww.
    We make our way through a mostly empty warehouse except for an enormous number of blue barrels. But “mostly empty” is the key.  A frog-faced demon appears wielding a long rod. I know that face, it tried to barf an acid ball on me before in South America.  It recognizes me too, as it stops and gurgles out – “You!”  The frog faced demon turns the rod towards me and lets loose a cry of “Morazza!” A bolt of green lightning streams out toward me.
    I dive out of the way