I stood with Sherry outside the armored vehicles. She had been letting her hair grow since Hogsby and was now forcing it into a small puff with the focused concentration of someone who had decided this was the moment to address it. May and Speed were already in conversation, finding each other with the ease of two people who operated at similar frequencies.
Harmione leaned against the car behind us, quiet, watching everything.
General Sinn came through the campus gate. We had been waiting for him. He stopped in front of us and looked at the three vehicles and the assembled team with the expression of a man who had done this kind of accounting before and was doing it again.
"Did I make you wait?" he said, with just enough lightness to signal that he was still the same man from this morning.
"Not really," we said, various versions of it.
"Owen, Harmione, Speed." He pointed at the first vehicle. "That one."
