The next three hours were weird in a way I wasn't expecting.
Not dangerous-weird. Just... domestic-weird.
Mara assigned us a corner of the warehouse with a folding table and some chairs that looked like they'd been stolen from a high school cafeteria. She brought us coffee, actual good coffee, not the burnt motor oil most people called coffee, and then proceeded to explain their entire operational structure like we were new employees getting orientation.
"We have seven active cells in the tristate area," she said, spreading out a map covered in color-coded pins. "Red pins are confirmed Covenant activity. Blue are rift sites we're monitoring. Yellow are neutral zones where we've established treaties with local supernatural entities."
"Treaties," I repeated. "With demons?"
"Not all demons are Covenant." She glanced at Azryth. "Some of them just want to exist without causing apocalypses, we work with those ones."
"How progressive of you," Azryth said dryly.
