FORTUNATELY, Massha's elevated position during our flight had given her an excellent view of our surroundings, and we were able to find our way back to the Dispatcher's without being discovered by the aroused populace. Now that our numbers had increased, however, Vilhelm's greeting was noticeably cooler.
"I'm starting to believe what everybody says," the little vampire complained. "Let one demon in, and the next thing you know the neighborhood's crawling with them. When I decided to talk to you folks instead of blowing the whistle on you, I didn't figure on turning my office into a meeting place for off-worlders."
"C'mon, Vilhelm," I said, trying to edge my foot into the doorway. "We don't have any place else to go in town. There aren't that many of us."
"We could always just wait out on the street until the authorities come by," Aahz suggested. "I don't imagine it would take much to convince them that this guy has been harboring fugitives."
"Can it. Green and Scaly," Massha ordered, puffing herself up to twice her normal size. "Vilhelm's been nice to us so far. and I won't listen to anyone threaten him, even you. Just remember that you'd still be cooling your heels in the slammer if it weren't for him. Either he helps of his own free will, or we look elsewhere." Aahz gave ground before her righteous indignation.
"Are you going to let your apprentice talk to me that way? "he demanded.
"Only when she's right." I shrugged.
"I say, Aahz," Chumley intervened. "Could you possibly curb your normally vile manners for a few moments? We don't really need one more enemy in this dimension, and I, for one, would appreciate the chance to extend my thanks to this gentleman before he throws us out."
When he's working, Chumley goes by the name of Big Crunch and does a Neanderthal that's the envy of half the barbarians at the Bazaar. On his own time, however, his polished charm has solved a lot of problems for us… almost as many as Aahz's bluster has gotten us into.
"Oh, come on in," the Dispatcher grumbled. "Enter freely and of your own accord and all that. I never could turn my back on somebody in trouble. Guess that's why I've never traveled the other dimensions myself. They'd eat me alive out there."
"Thanks, Vilhelm," I said, slipping past him into the office before he could change his mind. "You'll have to forgive my partner. He really isn't always like this. Being on death row hasn't done much for his sense of humor."
"I guess I'm a little edgy myself," the vampire admitted. "Strange as it sounds, I've been worried about you folks… and your motor-mouthed friend who's been keeping me company hasn't helped things much."
I did a quick nose count of our troop.
"Wait a minute," I frowned. "Who's been waiting for us?"
Now it was Vilhelm's turn to look surprised.
"Didn't one of you send out for a werewolf? He said he was with you."
"Aahh! But I am! My friends, they do not know me yet, but I shall be their salvation, no?"
With that, I was overwhelmed by a shaggy rug. Well, at least that's what I thought until it came off the floor and threw itself into my arms with the enthusiasm of a puppy… a very large puppy.
"What's that?!." Aahz said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Skeeve, can't I leave you alone for a few days without you picking up every stray in any given dimension?"
"That," in this case, was one of the scroffiest-looking werewolves I'd ever seen… realizing, of course, that until this moment I'd only seen two. He had dark bushy eyebrows (if you'll believe that on a werewolf) and wore a white stocking cap with a maple leaf on the side. His whiskers were carefully groomed into a handlebar mustache, and what might have been a goatee peered from beneath his chin. Actually, viewed piecemeal, he was very well-groomed. It's just when taken in its entirety that he looked scroffy. Maybe it was the leer…
"Honest, Aahz," I protested, trying to untangle myself. "I've never seen him before in my life!"
"Oh, but forgive me," the beast said, releasing me so suddenly I almost fell. "I am so stupeed, I forget to introduce. So! I am an artist extraordinaire, but also, I am ze finest track-air in ze land. My friends, the Woof Writers, they have told me of your problem and I have flown like ze wind to aid you. No? I am Pepe Le Garou A. and I am at your service."
With that, he swept into a low bow with a flourish that if I hadn't been so flabbergasted I would have applauded. It occurred to me that now I knew why the Woof Writers had snickered when they told us they knew of someone who could help.
"Boss," Guido said, his voice muffled by his hand, which he was holding over his nose and mouth. "Shall I wait outside?"
Tananda cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Allergy problems? Here, try some of this. No dimension traveler should be without it."
She produced a small vial and tossed it to my bodyguard. "Rub some onto your upper lip just below your nose."
"Gee, thanks," Guido said, following her instructions. "What is it?"
"It's a counter-allergenic paste." She shrugged. "I think it has a garlic base."
"WHAT?" my bodyguard exclaimed, dropping the vial.
Tananda favored him with one of her impish grins. "Just kidding. Nunzio was worried about you and told us about your allergies… all of them." Her brother swatted her lightly on the rump. "Shame on you, little sister," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "After you get done apologizing to Guido, I suggest you do the same for our host. I think you nearly gave him a heart attack with that last little joke."
This was, of course, just what I needed while stranded in a hostile dimension. A nervous vampire, a melodramatic werewolf, and now my teammates decide it's time to play practical jokes on each other.
"Ummm… tell me, Mr. A.," I said, ignoring my other problems and turning to the werewolf. "Do you think you can…"
"No, non," he interrupted. "Eet is simply Pepe, eh?"
"Pepe A.," I repeated dutifully.
"Zat's right," he beamed, apparently delighted with my ability to learn a simple phrase. "Now, before we… how you say, get down to ze business, would you do me ze hon-air of introducing me to your colleagues?"
"Oh. Sorry. This is my partner, Aahz. He's…"
"But of course! Ze famous Aahz! I have so long wished to meet you."
If there's anything that can coax Aahz out of a bad mood, it's flattery… and Pepe seemed to be an expert in that category.
"You've heard of me?" he blinked. "I mean… what exactly have you heard? There have been so many adventures over the years."
"Do you not remem-bair Piere? I was raised from a pup on his tales of your fight with Isstvan."
"Piere? You know Piere?"
"Do I know him? He is my uncle!"
"No kidding. Hey, Tananda! Did you hear that? Pepe here's Piere's nephew. Wait'll we tell Gus."
I retired from the conversation, apparently forgotten in the reunion.
"Say, Skeeve," Vilhelm said, appearing at my side. "It looks like this could take a while. Should I break out the wine?"
That got my attention.
"Wine? You've got wine?"
"Stocked up on it after your last visit," the vampire admitted with a grin. "Figured it might come in handy the next time you came through. I may gripe a bit, but talking to you and your friends is a lot more fun than watching the tubes."
"Well bring it out… but I get the first glass. Unless you've got lots there won't be much left after my partner there gets his claws on it."
I turned back to the proceedings just in time to see Pepe kissing my apprentice's hand.
"Do not be afraid, my little flow-air," he was saying. "Here is one who truly appreciates your beauty, as well as… how should I say it, its quantity?"