Max looked over at Cassandra. "It's quite alright, these guys just got here a few minutes ago themselves. I've not even told anyone what's been going on. But I suppose I should get on with the briefing then."

He grabbed his espresso and drank it down as fast as he could. Max basically told Jack, but the short version. Now he was going to spill the beans to everyone else. 

"Alright, so heres the deal. I was called down to investigate what was thought to be a murder, but hell I don't think that's what it was. Well, not in the conventional means of the word. I checked out the body and the vision I saw basiclly leads me to believe that we are dealing with Satan. I saw a hell spawn minion and it seemed to be stealing the victims soul and putting it in a cube-like box. And then on my way here, I felt like I was being followed, by who knows what, probably another of Satans minions. So if my hunch is right, which most of the time I am, then we are dealing with the very likes of hell and we need to put an end to this shit. Lets send those fuckers back to where they belong. So who's with me?

With that, Max sat back in his chair and awaited for their responses.