“How in Dagda’s name did you all get in here?” asked Cennétig, yelling at us. He slammed his one large fist on his countertop causing his various wares to rattle.

“Your magical traveling pawn shop goes wherever you’re likely to get the most sales right?” asked Nehemiah. “Well, we’re stepping into the Dearg Due’s lair tonight. So we need a lot of weapons for when we knock on her front door. Weapons that are vampire bane. What you got?”

Cennétig the Fachan jutted out his weak chin, his teeth flashing at us and his one eyebrow furrowed over his huge bulging eye. “I got garlic smoke grenades, silver bullets. UV rail-mount lights. UV flash bangs. You name it.”

“What do the UV flash bangs cost?”

After Cennétig told him the cost, Nehemiah let out a long whistle. “That’s grip.”

“They’re hard to make. Hard to come by,” said Cennétig, indifferent to our plight. He was still going to make money.

“We can probably only afford one of those if we want a decent amount of ammo,” reasoned Nehemiah. He looked to me. “How much money you got Sean?”

I stared at him and grimaced.

The wizard leaned over to my ear. “Come on, you’ve got a job. This is your thing. Not mine.”

I looked him in the eye. “I had a job.”

He frowned, glaring at me hard. “Fine. This one’s on me. But you owe me half, okay?” I grimaced again because I felt bad. It was a fair split though. While Nehemiah had been the one to shoot Tain and start this whole crazy werewolf thing, Tain was my dog at the end of the day. And the Morrigan tasked me with confronting Diarmuid. The only other reason Nehemiah was here was because we were friends and he didn’t like the idea that the vampires were roaming around Vallejo, much less the rest of the greater Bay Area either. He did have a bone to pick with the Dearg Due as she no doubt sent Takahasi and the gang after us in the first place. But expecting him to front all of our anti-vampire arsenal was a lot, especially since he had a family. But I also just lost my job. So although I nodded, I had no idea how I was going to pay him back. I’d worry about that later.

“I need .357 magnum revolver ammo,” said Nehemiah to Cennétig. “What you need, Sean?”

“I need silver ammo for the Mossberg. And you have any silver ammo for the AR-15?”

From behind the counter somewhere Cennétig produced several large and heavy boxes full of rounds. “What else?” he grunted.

“Hey don’t get short with us,” said Nehemiah.

“Your filthy leprechaun broke a very expensive vase last time you were here. And you did not pay for it.”

The wizard looked offended. “He’s not my leprechaun. He belongs to Sean.”

“Thanks Nehemiah,” I groaned. “Throw me under the bus. Smooth.”

Rob spat in disgust. “I’m a hearth hobgoblin. See?” He shifted into salmon and flopped on the floor, knocking contents off of a shelf in the process.

Cennétig’s jaw moved but no words came out. He fumed with rage.

“Get out ROB!” I yelled.

Charice took Rob by the hand and the two of them went back to the ‘Stang.

“We’re paying customers,” said Nehemiah. “All the goods we’re buying tonight will cover the vase and then some.”

Cennétig rolled his one eye and proceeded to pull out all the stops.

“Got any Buffy stakes?” I asked.