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They wound their way through the sewers and back to the culvert. Jack had just closed the barred gate and turned to the women when Azazel and a group of agents rounded the bend. All but Azazel sported torn clothing and leaves in their hair.
Catherine drew her hands behind her back and Nena noticed her index finger spin in a circle. A rough wind came up from around the bend and blew past Azazel’s group. The sudden gale swept away their footprints in the sand that led to the culvert.
The demoness herself stopped before the threesome and studied them with a suspicious eye. “What happened to the hex plan?”
Jack strolled to the front of their group and grinned at her. “It went out the window when you went into the woods. Have any luck finding Death?”
“He got away,” Azazel flippant
