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Cleaning up Mephisto's messes was something Azazel had learned to bitterly accept. Cleaning up Archimedes'? Very new. Upsetting. Confusing. Exhausting.
He was certain to look his best. A smart suit - flattering, well-fitted. Hair appropriately tousled, shoes polished. He knocked firmly on the agents doors, adjusting his tie as he waited to be let in. This shouldn't take long at all. Grab the heirlooms, pay off any suspicions, and he'd be back home to console Archimedes. And they could get back to finding out what the hell had happened to their little brother.












