Concealed under the lip of a subway platform that Drakon’s maps swore didn’t exist, Ja’far peeked out just enough to get a second look at the armed guards inside and outside of reinforced doors big enough to take a whole van through. Six I can see, and the doors are between us and three of them. Direct assault? We’re fast, much faster than anything they’ve ever run into. Drakon doesn’t have a magoi boost but he’s still faster than most… no, no good, we’d only have one ranged fighter, Tiburon doesn’t have a distance weapon without his Vessel. Even if Malachy and I rush them, they’d have time to set off an alarm. And I’ve never been good with sleeping spells. Illusions, maybe; but we don’t have a handy magi with us for a recharge, and power I spend on that is power I don’t have to swat more drugs. Besides, what illusion would make them ignore the five of us? “We have a problem.”
“No, really?” Tiburon muttered.
“Can’t believe this,” Drakon breathed, eyes wide as he took in every damning detail; lights, bulletproof glass doors, all the machinery needed for a freight-handling subway car. “I’ve seen Chicago air terminals with less security. How could they have hidden this so long? And don’t tell me magic. Magic can’t hide power bills!”
“Bribes,” Malachy shrugged. “Leave a bit off the map. Offer a job. Dig up dirty laundry. Doesn’t take magic.”
“Hmm.” Simon didn’t quite glance past the edge, face still in a way that usually meant he was blocking out scene directions in his head. “So. We need to get in there. But we can’t get in there without drawing attention?”
Ja’far scowled toward the platform. Trust Simon to put his finger on the problem- wait. Wait, what had he just said-?
“Without them setting off an alarm,” Tiburon started.
In one fluid motion, Simon flipped up and over the platform edge.
For a split second Ja’far was frozen. Because Simon couldn’t have done that a week ago, you’d have to be a practicing ninja-climber to get that much strength into a hand-grip-
“Good evening, gentlemen!” Simon strode right up to the nearest incredulous suit as casually as he’d stroll the red carpet. “Can you tell me how to get to the Kingston Line from here?”
Drakon made a choked noise.
Ja’far groaned in utter and total sympathy. “Murder him later, back him up now.”