Alcohol & Economics - Glass Bullets - Part 2

“Deceit, we have a problem.” Spade burst into the Upper Library, nearly knocking an angel over in the process. He quickly realized his mistake, however, and took a step back to lean against the wall and await his turn.

“So there is nothing you can do?”

“Unfortunately, I am unable to extend aid at this time. Perhaps you should seek help from Saint Michael or Saint Raphael.” Deceit suggested, obviously unhappy with the answer she was giving the very flustered angel.

“Very well. Thank you for taking time to see me, Miss Deceit.” The angel bowed and vanished, Spade assumed use of a silent transportation medallion, as getting in and out of Heaven wasn’t the cleanest thing to do. Silence elapsed for several minutes after as Deceit shuffled around papers on her desk. Spade began to fidget once she approached one of the many vaults lining the wall.

“What?” She finally asked, spinning the dial to the correct combination and [???]