The Tower entry point looked the same as it always had, except for the seal on James's wrist and the Bureau agents standing a polite distance back.
Niamh ran through it once, flat and quick. "You've given notice. You're cleared for Floor 16 and nothing past it without a second notice. The seal stays on. You raise undead inside the Tower, that's fine — that's the Tower. You raise anything out here, we'll know." She closed the tablet. "Go climb."
Finn, Ronan, and Cillian were already in gear by the gate. Ronan had the new shield on his arm, dark grey, the rim unmarked. Cillian had the black conductor wrapped along his forearm over the place the burn had been.
Maeve came in last, geared, the Apostle's Radiant Circlet already on.
"Before anyone asks," she said, "I'm not here for one floor this time. If you're climbing, I'm on the team. Properly."
"We know," Finn said. "Finn told us," he added, then frowned at himself, and Cillian snorted.
James looked at her for a second.
