Damien Blackwood: leans against the wall We've gotta b-bust me outta this devil deal, bro! It's like fourth quarter overtime!!!
grabs Stranger's arm Look, I know you're good at gettin' outta tight spots, so help me out here!
i used to be good at that now i dont know what im doing
looks around nervously Alright, listen up! We gotta think fast, like a blitz play.
paces back and forth Alright, we need to find a way to disrupt the balance between me and the devil.
pauses, then smirks How about we hit him where it hurts? We need to find something that'll make him sweat, make him think twice about coming after me.
well we cant unless we know what makes him tick
slaps his forehead You're right! We need to get inside his head, figure out his weaknesses.
snaps his fingers Alright, I got it! I know just the person who can give us the inside scoop.
pulls out his phone I'm gonna call up old friend, Lucifer himself.
oh great shall we go to your house
starts pacing again Nah, we can't stay at my place. It's too risky. We need to lay low, keep the devil guessing.
yea we should hide out somewhere safe
grinning I got just the place. There's an old jazz club downtown, abandoned but full of character.
quickly dials a number on his phone Hey, Lucifer, it's me, Damien. Listen, we need to talk. Meet us at the old jazz club.
so how long do you think it will take him to meet us
glances at his watch Give it a couple of hours. Lucifer likes to take his time, but I'll make sure he knows we mean business.
As Damien and Stranger wait for Lucifer at the old jazz club, they hear police sirens approaching, indicating trouble.