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The pair walked into the building as far as they had stood on the roof and stopped to survey Nena’s handiwork. The halls were dotted with holes and cluttered with broken glass, bits of ceiling plaster, and dust from the busted sheet rock. The demon workers stumbled over the wreckage and cast hateful glances at the former mortals as they passed them.
Jack lit another cigarette and nodded. “Not bad.”
“O’Kent! Tacita!” a sharp voice yelled. They turned to watch Azazel stumble over the rubble in her high heels. She reached the pair and glared at them. “Scratch wishes to see you. Now.”
Jack glanced down at Nena and winked. “He must want to congratulate us on the redecorating.”
Azazel’s pursed lips tightened, but she said nothing as she led them into the bowels of the Agency. S
