Are You There, Teagan? It's Me, Miles.

[Miles]

Miles took the broom from Deacon, and began slowly sweeping up the glass, making sure to get each shard of glass. What had caused that to explode? Demonic omen? Circuit shorted? He looked intently at the glass, trying to figure out what had caused it. It was so...strange. Random. He glanced back up at Deacon, smiling. "That's a secret between her and I, thanks," he said with a grin, sweeping one pile into the dust pan. Teagan...he hoped that her camera hadn't caught interference before things exploded.

Speaking of, he stood up as Deacon went to get the light bulbs, and walked over to his laptop. Something caused the lights to explode, I guess your cameras got caught up in it. See Deacon's reaction? he sent, and then added, By the way, it was Taylor Swift.

"My new grandparents? How is that a punishment?" he asked Deacon returned to the room. He knew that Deacon and Art avoided the subject of their parents, but he had yet to find out why.

[Teagan]

Teagan waited in her desk chair, glancing impatiently around her room. Chair. Desk. Pillow. Bag. Trap door. Hidden safe. Salt line. Pentagram. Towel to clean up the mess from earlier. Empty cup. Black shoes.

At the moment she was ready to tear her hair out, the chat window displayed a tiny thought bubble, indicating that Miles was in the process of a reply. What had happened to her cameras? Teagan felt a stab of disappointment rip through her. She had taken good time to install each one to avoid detection and function properly. Everything ran smoothly until this Miles kid came into the picture. She breathed deeply, massaging her temple. There was a way to fix everything and, if she had cooperation, it could be done within the week.

His reaction was the last thing I saw, Teagan typed back. Look, we've got to replace those cameras. I'll order some more and have them shipped to you. Since you know the locations of all of my cameras, do me the honor to replace them, yeah? If you don't, I will find another way to do it, but that takes effort I don't have the time to give at the moment.

Teagan stared at the screen, wondering if she had read the last comment right. She rubbed her eyes and burst out laughing. Nope, still perfect vision. Still cracking up, Teagan pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and sent her old pal a text.

Taylor Swift? Really Deacon? Really?

-Te

[Casey]

Deacon gave Miles a look as he pulled on his work gloves. He liked the kid but he’d learn how low his tolerance for crap could be. Once in a while was fine but if he and Little C made this a habit, he was going have to remind them just who they were dealing with. Unless it became a problem he wouldn’t worry too much. As for unscrewing broken light bulbs, that was a pain on many levels.

“Well,” he dropped a busted bulb into the trash, “I was hoping to get you prepared or at least delay the meeting. It was also going to be in a public place. Alas, my poor son, you have forced my hand.”

He was standing on the bar when his pocket vibrated. Deacon just stopped at first, he wasn’t the guy who usually got texts. Given the weird explosion he wondered if it was Casey with a message he could have used an hour ago. He climbed off the bar and pulled off his gloves before grabbing his phone. What he saw made him smile in pain.

“Okay,” he turned to Miles, “Now you’re staying the night.”