[color=ed1c24][b][h3]Dmitri Pavlovich[/h3][/b][/color]

[@gravity22][@Shikaru]

[color=8882be][i]Dmitri jumped out of the car, ignoring the girl's questions for now, except for Anya's last question. That one he answered after opening the back hatch, while he hunted for his tools.[/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]"This bitch stuck her nose where it didn't belong, if she ends up dead, I figure I'll have done Chicago a public service. Oh, and try not to kill the Imp if you can capture it. If you can't catch it, kill it. The minions are mine."[/color] [color=8882be][i]With that he buckled a bandoleer of extra ammunition and three flash bangs over one shoulder, before slamming the hatch shut. In front of him stood a side entrance to the warehouse, he was  surprised to find it unlocked, and yanked the door open, and stepped through it and to one side, spraying bullets as he went. 

There was no cover whatsoever, for anyone. The massive warehouse was completely empty except for group of about thirty cultists in the middle of the room kneeling in a pentagram shape, around a pentagram etched into the floor, though that was hard to see through the bodies. Dmitri's wild spray of bullets met mostly empty space, though it would quickly narrow to just the group of cultists. The entire place was lit by five blazing braziers set at the points of the pentagram. Dmitri was instantly glad he had forgone opening with a flash bang, which would be almost useless in this wide open space. The cultists reacted slowly, as if coming out of a trance, Dmitri considered this a good thing, considering the weight of their numbers could be enough to cause injury to him and Anya otherwise.[/i][/color]