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and it crashes into the wall behind me.
    Vets wades in wielding her sword and cleaves the abomination in the neck. The strike doesn’t go all the way through as apparently Mr. Frog is made of fairly stout stuff.  Then, like magic, a silver arrow sprouts from his eye socket – Shey.  Another strikes in his throat.  Vets wretches her sword loose from its neck and strikes with an upward blow under its frog chin, the sword driving upward through its skull.
    T he frog faced demon dissolves into ectoplasmic goo.  He’s one of Maldgorath’s summonlings. That can only mean Maldgorath is in hire or league with this guy we’ve been sent to stop. It also means I may have another shot at revenge.  I call to my sword, Yayne, and it glows white with holy power.
    I hope I get that shot.  That bastard had my son killed.
    My summonling group recognizes the issue immediately.  I sense it among them; a mix of trepidation and anger.   After all, they were all under his thumb for ages before I was “gifted” them.
    We see the office in front of us and fan out accordingly.  Pffiferil examines the door and gives a thumbs up that it isn’t booby-trapped.  I nod to Vets and she sets in front of the door to kick it in.  I give her the signal and in we all go.
    We all flow into the room which is wall to wall with the same blue barrels we’ve seen all about the compound.  There is a suitcase on a table and a large TV screen applied to the wall. 
    The TV screen turns on and I see the ugly visage of Maldgorath on it. “Time to pray Arthur, you have a minute and a half to live,” he says. “I so wish I could be here, but you aren’t worth my time are you? The suitcase has about twenty pounds of C4 explosive.  You won’t be able to escape as all the blue barrels are ammonium nitrate bombs. Nothing will be left standing for over a quarter mile radius.  Why don’t’ you…”
    He was saying something, but Vets was doing something else that took my attention.  She shoves the blue barrels against the wall to the ground and then pulls her sword slashing the sheet-metal wall behind them.
    “Run that way!” Vets yells point ing to where we came from, while simultaneously scooping up the suitcase and barging through the breach she made in the wall.
    We all stand in shock. 
    “Damn!” says Hag-Sil who runs after Vets changing into her more normal demonic/succubus form along the way.
    So we run.  I am going as fast as I can.  My lungs burn, my muscles pain but I push ahead.
    Then I hear an explosion. I brace myself for the devastation.  But I feel none of it.  I do feel two of my summonlings returned to me that were killed. That would be Vets and Sil.
    Realizing that I won’t be killed, I stop and walk carefully to the minivan. I see the trail of the explosion up in the sky. Sil must have taken them to wing. My group is with me, that is what is left of my group.  I reach to the glyphs for Vets and Sil and summon them back.  Vets immediately takes a knee and says, “I am privileged to have died for my wielder,” bowing her head to me.
    Sil returns with the proclamation, “There was nothing good about that at all!”  Then she looks around at all of us and says “You’re welcome,” as she transforms back to Hag-Sil.  Hag-Sil walks over to the still kneeling Vets and picks her up by the arm. “That was some smart thinking Ms. Vets Vetisghar, I am impressed with you, though you could have let go of the briefcase,” she creaks in her hag-voice.
    We are all a bit stunned and not saying much.  But one of us is very animated, Arixtumin.  He’s waving his arms about as he’s been compelled not to speak unless spoke n to.
    “Yes, please speak ,” I address him touching my will.
    He gains his composure and shares his thoughts.  “Master Arthur, unless the plant explodes our foe will know we have escaped.  If the plant blows, he will assume our death.”
    As much as I want to hate Arixtumin, when he is right, he is