Xenuphthalizel had gotten all that he could out of Vegas, that much he was sure of. In fact, it seemed to him that for all the posturing these so called gods did, none of them seemed to have much information of use. There was one, however, that had promised information, and so it was to him that the Theoi returned.
He was in the city of DC, on what they called the mall, sitting on a bench overlooking the reflection pool. He hadn't yet found Hermes, but his mind searched, waiting to find the other theoi asleep, to tell him it was time. He could only hope Hermes had what he wanted.