“Bro, I can’t believe we’re going to meet Lucas Lum,” the voice of Rafe the goblin snickered from behind the white tablecloth. “I love his movies! They’re some of the most fucked-up things I’ve ever seen. Over-the-top violence, sex, full-frontal nudity… It’s like a wishlist ripped straight out of my own mind.” “Enjoy his work while you can,” Logan replied with a chuckle as he gently leaned against the room service cart. “He’s dark elve and we’re going to drive him into an early retirement.” “Uh, Logan?” Rafe’s tiny paws brushed the tablecloth aside. “Are we going to poison his dinner or something? Why am I hiding in a room service cart? And what’s up with your fancy outfit?” For this occasion, Logan wore a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants. It was simple, but it was the same uniform worn by employees of the Royal Palms Resort, so it made for the perfect disguise. Nobody had even tried to stop him when he waltzed into the kitchen area and

“Of course I do.” Beth crossed her arms in annoyance. “I was—It’s just—” “I found it!” Rafe exclaimed as he came running back to their side with what Logan assumed was Lucas Lum’s cell phone in his hand. His actions brought everyone’s attention off Beth and onto the newfound clue. The goblin handed the device to Logan and he clicked the button on the side. “Damn, it’s locked,” Logan sighed. “Any ideas on what his password could be?” “That’s easy,” Rafe said, placing both hands on his hips. “Try ‘696969.’” “There is no way his password is ‘696969,’” Logan laughed as he punched in the numbers. “See? It’s—” The password was accepted, and he now had access to the phone of one of Hollywood’s biggest movie producers. “You can thank me later, bro,” Rafe chuckled. “Preferably with nachos.” “I guess pervs all think alike,” Kelda joked with an eye roll. “Seriously, I probably would have taken that asshole out even if he wasn’t a demon. Cr

Logan jokingly interjected to change the subject, breaking the silence. “What’s with all the security? Afraid Bill Gates is coming to take out the competition?” The first guard let out a weary sigh, his expression unamused. “I would hold my tongue once you get inside,” he warned, motioning for Logan and his companions to follow. “Mr. Quinn isn’t really one for jokes.” The second guard rapped on the large door, a specific pattern of four knocks followed by six more. There was a muffled mechanical sound as a deadbolt unlocked, and the door creaked open slowly. “Follow me, and don’t wander off,” the guard stationed behind the door instructed, gesturing for them to enter. The four of them crossed the threshold into the mansion, their eyes immediately filled with awe. Throughout the expansive dwelling, pristine white marble floors adorned with gray specks stretched before them. Just beyond the front entrance, a grand two-way staircase soared upward, a

Logan whistled out to Beth, and a black beam of Magicfire shot across the landscape and engulfed the elve. Instantly, the red Magicfire walls disappeared with a puff of smoke.He looked up at Quinn, whose body was now surrounded by a dark flame, and saw that he was trying to run. Logan reached out, caught him with a jade spell, and then tossed him back toward the house.The elve's body smashed through the sliding glass door as if it were made of cardboard and then disappeared from view. “Excellent work, guys,” Logan called out as the four of them ran toward the mansion. “Now we just need to make sure Rafe did his part!” As he dashed through the broken glass of the sliding door, a wide grin spread across his face when he saw that his best friend had set up his trap. Robert Quinn was frozen in midair above a Key of Solomon that had been scratched into the kitchen floor. The asshole grimaced and tensed as he tried to free himself, but his powers were com

Logan wasn’t even that hungry, but the sight of all the food that Rafe had ordered made his stomach turn over happily. The imp stood triumphantly on the kitchen table of Quinn’s mansion with his hands on his hips. All around him was what could only be described as a literal mountain of takeout containers, some of which he had already devoured. “So, get this, bro,” he said through a mouthful of rice. “While you guys were out there playing hide the sausage, I went exploring the place, and guess what I found?” “A collection of vintage Playboys?” Logan asked. “An artisanal bong?” Abina asked. “Bondage gear?” Kelda guessed. “I guess I’m more predictable than I thought.” Rafe chuckled and then plunked down a leather square on the table. “When we fried this bastard, he didn’t have his wallet on him. That means we’ve got all his credit cards, his social security number, and most importantly…” “An goblin that can impersonate Quinn and approve all his