"... and Grandpa Ebenezar took me under his wing."

Waldo was cleaning his medical supplies while listening to my tale. "Essentially, they wanted to give you Death Penalty for…" He scrunched up his brow"... self defense as a minor with no prior criminal record?"

I raised both hands in the air. "Wardens are all about the LAW."

The mortician scratched his cheek, nitrile gloves notwithstanding. "And if you shoot someone in self defense? Doom of Damocles on your neck means instant execution, isn't it?"

-"Nope" As he put a puzzled expression, I elaborated " Wardens only care about misuse of magic. If I veil myself and step on many toes, Warden's spidey senses go off. If I shoot people until my trigger finger goes numb, the don't care."

Waldo pondered about the nuances of magical law. "What about Rachel? She was kidnapped and magic was used on her without consent."

I took a look to one of the morgue's walls, a huge map of Chicago on it.

-"If she was prancing around here and the guy used the ol' knock them and bag t…"

Abandoned railroads close to the house?

Waldo followed my line of sight and once again connected the dots faster than I could. "The railroads are in diametrically opposite sides. Morgan was it? Warden Morgan is chasing -"

We chorused "a diversion!"

I checked my quiver, patted my pockets and found my knife was missing. Forgot to replace it after the explosion. "I don't have any mundane weapon, lost my knife. Can I take a cutter or one of your blades? I feel naked without a gun since I began reading gramps diary."

-"Your ol' McCoy was a man of action I presume?"

-"Not that gramps, other one." A bemused smile came to fore. Ebenezar killing a fly? Pfffft, and razing towns to the grund? A wild snicker rocked my frame. "He was something like the dreamchild between Gandalf and the Manco, with a De Niro attitude."

-"How would he have approached the StickyLife junkie?" Sometimes I forget he is a cop at heart.

-"Good question." I scratched my beard. When I get some time off will visit the barber. "Veil up, track the black magic taint like Morgan, unlike the Fun Police he would pay some night girls for info and help them a bit along the way."

Waldo beckoned me to a battered wooden door with 6 locks. "Good approach, go on."

He undid the first padlock.

I struggled to sort through the thousands of missions I had been reading so far. Wait a minute. The diary is too small to have a thousand pages. I blinked. Cunning old man. "He would get on top of the tallest place to get an aerial view, we got maps now. Then see possible exits and means of transport, which we determined include train tracks. Place alarm spells on the bushes near the train."

Waldo continued with the other locks, with the ease of long practise. "Why not the train or the rails?"

-"In the off chance someone veils the train, you can't veil the weight nor the vibrations of such massive behemoth."

-"Huh." That gained a nod of approval from cop guy. "Well here we are." He turned on the lights.

My imitation of a fish was amazing. Including a trembling finger and shaky knees. "HELL'S BELLS MAN!"

An arsenal stood before us.

Pistols in buckets, a shelf with grenades, bags to the brim with revolvers, machine guns on tables, shelves upon shelves of… stuff. Deadly stuff to invade a small country.

Waldo affected a nasal tone "Soooo sooo sorry Mr Butters. The budget isn't enough to expand the evidence room. You will have to sort it out." He patted my shoulder and with a jovial grin said "Wait until you see the basement. Fun stuff."