[b]Subbasement 4[/b]

Nixon rooted through his arcane study, the ghoulish Agnew at his right and waiting to please his master. 

"Mr. President, can I he--."

"Not now, Agnew! Have you seen my pouch of chaos gems?"

"To your left, sir."

Nixon picked up the pouch covered in a dark leather not unlike human skin. He opened the pouch slightly. A bright light and the sounds of several voices wailing roared out from the opening. He snapped it shut quickly and nodded before pocketing it into a side pocket on his robes. With the gems secured, he pulled another artifact from his pile of magical weapons. A pristine full metal jacket copper bullet.

"The magic bullet," he said ruefully. "Never leave home without it. Now, I need to go, Agnew, I'm needed for a mission."

"Sir, perhaps you could let me--"

Nixon disappeared in another puff of smoke before Agnew could finish. The disgraced former vice president shuffled down the halls of the library, muttering obscenities under his breath.