Tonight, Circe is smuggling guns from Nevada to Sacramento. Leon doesn't know how she is getting two dozen pistols to a storm drain where she said to meet her. He is waiting with a couple of his buddies for her to show up. He is complaining about how crazy Circe is and disturbingly good she can be at talking down crazy clients.


One of the others points out how good some of the stuff she makes is. Leon concedes she is skilled at making gun parts and modding but she is still crazy.


"And the amazing ass she has too," a voice chirps into the conversation. Three of the men roll with that conversation and agree. Only Leon doesn't succumb to this trickery.


Either their will is iron or they are just too experienced with the chirpy voice's antics.


"Circe," Leon turns and is surprised to find her in a business suit, clean, with top hat on her head. The duffle bag of guns on her left shoulder. The only sign that she came out of the storm drain is the rubber boots she is holding in her right hand. "You really need to share how you do that."


"Do what? Oi, blondie," she says to one of the other three as she throws the boots at him, "Catch! That? Easy, just throw."


Leon sighs, "No. The sneaky places fast thing."


Circe isn't explaining the Lost and the Hedge to Leon any time soon. Instead, she tuts at him as she hands off the bag to Leon's friend and takes off the top hat, "Ain't ya heard? Magicians never tell. So why should I ruin the wonder of it. No truth could be better then your imagination. So wouldn't it be crueler to ruin the mystery, and better ta let ya wonder?"


"You're quoting something," Leon's flat response is very quick.


"Yes. The first step ta learning, well, do ya want ta see a card trick?" She holds up a deck of cards, the name of a new casino on the back of them.


"No," is Leon's response. This gets Circe to laugh. "Oh ho ho ho!"