The rush of spring air changed to a cold, biting draft as they were pulled through by the portkey. He was glad he'd told them to dress warmer. They landed in the dark, in a dimly lit back alley. He could see some lights in the distance in the alley, almost as if they were a strand of decorative string lights. He looked around to see if he could recognize anything and saw some high rise buildings on the adjacent streets, and from what he saw, he could figure out where they were.
"Welcome to Vegas, Gentlemen," he told them quietly. "I'm guessing we go that way." He pointed towards the decorative lights. Eyes and ears open. Hopefully we got here before an enemy did." He drew his own wand and headed down the alley, trying to be as noiseless as possible. When they reached the decorated section of the alley, he saw one of the doors was labeled as a tarot shop. Nothing else seemed to be relevant. There was an "OPEN" sign in neon in the transom above the door. Michael quietly turned the knob and opened the unlocked door and went in.
Some little chimes sounded and a woman came through a beaded curtain. She was dressed in the sorts of fortune teller costuming that tourists would expect, but Michael could see she was no more gypsy than he was.
"May I help you?" she asked in a phony Romanian accent.
"We've come to see the alchemist," he said.
"I know no one like that," she lied.
"Sure you do," he said, displaying the rune to her. "Where is he?"
"He's not here," she said, suddenly defensive and protective.
"Look," Michael said. "He could be in danger, and we can't help if we can't see him."
"I don't know you," she scowled.
"Do you know this?" he showed her the doubloon around his neck.
"Why didn't you say so?" she was almost angry now.
"Uncle Gabriel," she called. "Its for you." A moment later, a man came out from the back. He had salt and pepper hair and he wore round wire rim glasses and was dressed in jeans, with a denim shirt and a suede vest. Michael handed him the rune from the book.
"You must be in dire straights to come at this hour with this," Gabriel said seriously.
"No, but you could be," Michael said. "Robert sent us." He motioned them to come into the back of the shop with him.
"Coffee's on. Sounds like we need to talk," Gabriel said. "Miranda, lock the door, and turn out the lights. Put the protections in place. Let's not be disturbed."
"Yes, Uncle," she said, going quickly to obey. She was scared. They were already living in fear. Michael didn't know what was going on yet but they needed to find out.