Jaelin and Torvin teleported away and I busied myself using the semi-magical scanner thingy to post the Satanic Order to the bulletin system. I turned to Gus. "How long is this going to take?"
"Probably not long," he replied. "The bulletins are posted in public places, so they should be seen pretty soon."
"Cool," I said. "Now please tell me we have a conference room somewhere back there."
Gus shrugged, but General Gavsot spoke up. "There is a lecture hall," he said.
"Awesome," I replied. "It's like the back door of the office leads to my own personal Room of Requirement." I shot Gus a disappointed look. "The Room of Requirement? Nothing? Not even a smile?"
He shook his head. "If that's a reference to something, I don't get it."
"Harry Potter? Come on. I know you died in the eighties, but you made that reference to Whose Line that one time. Don't tell me you know Whose Line but you don't know Harry Potter." I wasn't sure why it was so important that he understood my joke.
"There was a certain damned soul who hated that show," Gus said. "Part of his torture was watching daily marathons. I sat in on a couple when the last devil was having secret meetings with Kivra."
"Where do you guys get stuff like that down here?" I asked. "I thought it was difficult to get back to the real world from here, so it's not like you can send a demon up there to steal a bunch of DVDs."
"No, we get it from the Department of Reprocessing, of course," he replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, like I know what that is. You can tell me about that later. Right now, I need to get to that lecture hall." I motioned to Gavsot and he led me out the back door.