"C'mon, doll, let's not do anything stupid," Cooper hissed quietly as he moved in front of the door, his arms flung wide to stop Lillith from leaving. "This might be valuable information, I mean, Christ. Look at this hardware. These guys are ready to fight World Wars Three through Eight. I mean, look at that!" he said, pointing to a rack of green metal tubes, the white stenciling just visible on the sides. "I don't think you can get those in the sporting goods section at Kmart." Did he own a rocket launcher? He couldn't remember. Probably not.

"Look, all I'm saying is we ought to get some kind of proof, just in case we get arrested, we'll have a bargaining chip. If Maria was mixed up in guns and a freaky cult, this might have something to do with what happened to her." He whipped out his phone and started taking as many photos as possible of the arsenal and the Latin phrases, gesturing for Lillith to do the same.

He had several photos taken when his heart jumped at the sound of brisk footsteps coming in his direction. Cooper thought about the pistol in his waistband, but saw the racks of rifles on the walls and quickly realized that he might as well throw snowballs at a man with a flamethrower. Instead he pocketed his phone, then ran forwards and snatched Lillith by the hand, dragging her along behind him as though it hadn't been her idea to run away in the first place. The two fled out the front door, not stopping until they reached the relative safety of the road they had been walking on.

"Think I got some good pics," Cooper said as he panted heavily. "Well, that was weird," he said dismissively. "Let's go to the party."