Taking Down the Defiler
****CORBETT****

"Hey Corbett, it's Rhiannon. I got your message. So I guess the plan is, we go down to Fang Noir in force. We break in. We use whatever big, crushing weapons we can find to pound on it until we can... freeze it, melt it, electrocute it, or eat away at it with chemicals...

Wow. All of that sounds pretty reasonable, as long as we're in a Hollywood action sequence. I guess we'll do what we can, right?

I'll try to find out more about Fang Noir, like points of entry, security, all that. And I'll keep my eye out for any power lines nearby. Who knows, maybe I can find somebody with convenient access to a giant vat of battery acid electrolytes. It's too bad asthma medicine doesn't actually work. That's a reference.

Oh and I meant to tell you, I ran into a new Watcher. You know, the All-American, stubbly, nice guy type with lots of hair gel. His name's Logan. I didn't invite him along. He looked like he'd get squashed in under a minute, and that's just a slip hazard.

I say we shoot for next Friday, something like 4 a.m. I figure by then, the customers'll have cleared out and we'll have a while before sunrise to take care of business. Think you can bring Faith along for the ride?

I'll call Connor. Bye."

****WHISTLER****

"Friday, 9/21, 4 a.m. Fang Noir."

****CONNOR****

"Hey Connor, it's Rhi. Looks like we're going after this thing by the seat of our pants. All Corbett came up with was melting it, freezing it, or electrocuting it. I'm gonna add corroding the metal, but I don't know what the Defiler's made out of, unless we can somehow analyze that metal piece I gave you in a week. If you know anybody you think could do that, awesome. If not, I guess we bludgeon and pray. It's gonna be Friday morning at 4 a.m. They close around that time. We'll get a plan together and go in when the coast's clear. I'll see about entry points. Think you can track down some heavy weapons? Give me a call back. Bye."

****ALEXIS****

"Alexis, it's Rhiannon Lee. Look I haven't heard back from you. Frankly, not stunned. One word: Council. But I thought you'd like to know we're forming an assault team and going after the Defiler next Friday at 4 a.m. at Fang Noir in Vegas. If you have any interest in the brain side of things, call Corbett Renfroe. Bye."

****TRISTAN****

"Next Friday at 4 a.m. outside Fang Noir. Come on, Tristan. Surprise me."

****PURITY****

"Purity... hi, it's Rhiannon. We met like six months ago... I'm Snowfight Girl. Heh, don't tell anybody that part. Anyway, I'm calling in a favor. Back when we met, you said something about magic. As in, you can make it? I think I might need some. There's this creature called the Defiler that's hell-bent on putting us all in a hellverse. He's huge, basically a walking tank of armor that can defile people. Yeah that sounds weird, basically if he zaps you, you rot. Fun, right? I think I can find fighters but it might take some spellwork to really fuck this thing up. He's pretty intense. Would you be interested? If you are, you can call me and I'll tell you more. Or you can just show up outside Fang Noir next Friday at 4 in the morning and go in blind like the rest of us. I can't promise you'll get out of there without a missing arm or something, but... we need help. Hope to see you. Bye."