Two Weeks Ago.

Quincy wasn't happy about taking Aeon's private jet. Though she managed to hide it, the thought of taking to the air and into the realm of the gods left her feeling vile and mortified.

If Zeus elected to bring her down... At least Thor may bear some happiness towards her after her success with killing the false Thor.

However, this didn't make her feel any better about the next leg of their journey.

Aeon was a woman who bore connections as Quincy bore spells. But the two of them alone weren't neccesarily enough to tackle this task on their own. The Heaven's Gate cult had some connection to Hale-Bopp beyond simply 'Look, big rock!', Quincy had to find out what. But ultimately removing the cult was a gift to her partner. Aeon loved that Comet, it was only fair it was cleansed of such stupidity.

And besides.

Faith was rarely a tool of benevolence. Stamping out Heaven's Gate would be of benefit to Quincy's burgeoning reputation.

Puck, Nimue, Aeon, and Xiucoahtl stood before the private jet as it was prepared. The warm Las Vegas winds would transition into warm San Diego winds, and not much would change.

Except Quincy wouldn't be throwing up.

Hopefully.