“Drop it, Eddie,” the voice commanded. Suzy turned to see Tiamat approaching, rifle in hand. Eddie, still shakily holding Azrael’s gun on the FBI agents, hesitated. “Look, if you’re going to shoot, shoot,” said Tiamat. “I don’t have all day.” Eddie slowly set the rifle down next to the still motionless body of Azrael. “Oh, hell,” said Tiamat, frowning at Azrael. “What did you do to Azrael?” “It wasn’t me,” said Eddie. He glanced at the still-unconscious Burton. “Why are you all out of your zip-ties?” Tiamat said, sounding more flustered than angry. “Why is the portal on? And where the hell is Mercury?” When no one answered, she held the barrel of the gun up to the nearest man’s head. “Somebody better start talking,” she said coldly. Suzy gave a sigh of defeat. It had obviously been too much to hope for that the FBI would successfully storm the building and rescue them.
