The four of us teleported to the cable car station at the edge of the lake of fire. It took us a few minutes of shoving our way through the milling crowd of tormented souls before we managed to board a car. Gus slid the door shut and the Low-Order Demon who was driving the thing led us out of the station.
I stood behind the driver. “We need to get to the First Circle,” I told him. “Sector 38. You know where that is?”
The driver nodded wordlessly.
“Great,” I said, shouting over the rush of wind. “Can you take us there?”
The driver nodded again.
“How long will it take us to get there?” I asked.
The driver shrugged.
“I bet you’re loads of fun at parties,” I said. He gave me a long, droll glance before turning to face forward again.
“So I just want to review the plan real quick,” Gus said when I returned to the rear of the car. “We find this Quinn guy, you stab him, and then what?”
“Then we find a doctor,” I said.
“What, and stab him too?” Gus asked.
I shrugged. “He’s already dead. How much damage can we do?”
Gus considered that for a moment. “Good point,” he admitted. “In the meantime, though, Halkkor is steamrolling across the lower sections of the Department of Torture. What do we do if this doesn’t work?”
I shook my head. “I have no idea. I don’t even know where to begin looking for more information on how to kill those things.”
“Then it had damn well better work,” Gus said grimly.