The Devil Has Red Hair

James sat alone in the living room, mulling over the events of the last meeting. His brain raced as he recalled the words he had nearly shouted at his friends....and the things he had said about Teddy...the man who was like a brother. James felt ashamed...but then a new thought began to rise in his head. He was right, yeah? This was serious stuff! Why should he be feeling bad? These were matters not to be taking lightly, and then there was Jack and Teddy...always getting into trouble, not following protocol, risking everyone's safety. Yeah, they needed a firm hand. They needed to be served a large wake-up call. Though James assured himself of these facts, deep down inside, he still felt the squirm of guilt.

Jack knew they needed money. They were running low on funds and she was intent on getting out and getting more money from Satan's - she was making biweekly trips. She took as much as she could and had to return after more profit was garnered. There were over a half dozen of people living in the manor, not counting the elves. They needed food and toiletries and medical supplies... and for that, they needed money. No one seemed to remember that.

She pulled on an old detective hat and donned a large overcoat, turning up the collar to ensure she would not be seen. She quietly tread downstairs, before hopping into the living room, sneaking across towards the door.