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him
sound like an old married wizard. Blade decided he was better than that, and
besides Ange might see it as petty.
    “Shall we go?” he asked as
she carefully put her sunglasses on to cover her eyes. When she nodded in
response he shook his car keys at her and led the way from the bedroom.
    “Not yours,” she
insisted. “We should take my bike.”
    Blade paused partway down
the hall and chewed thoughtfully on his lip. “What if we need to ferry some of
the others after the meeting? We might be meeting to discuss our next move.
Only you and I can fit on the bike. In my car we can take Sage and Chase—hell,
even Will, Julian or Matthias can cram in if we’re in enough of a rush and
they’re happy to squeeze three people in the back seat. I love your bike, you
know that, but I think it smarter to take my car when we’re not sure what’s
happening.”
    Ange frowned in thought, twirling her own
keys around her index finger while she considered his argument.
    “If it really becomes an
issue we can race back here and pick up your car,” she said after a moment,
“but I think Will would have made us call him immediately if we were moving
that fast again. That’s how he handled the deal with the annex. I prefer my
bike when we’re moving around downtown, purely because it’s a simple thing to
leave it on the sidewalk. We don’t have to mess around with parking or
restrictions or going down into the sub-basement garage and all that nonsense.
It’s much quicker and simpler all round. Even though Will paged that this was
important, if it was truly that urgent I think he’d have wanted to speak with
us, not just meet. Don’t you think?”
    “I really don’t know,”
Blade replied thoughtfully. “Maybe Will’s cell died again.”
    Will had quickly learned
the hard way how potent magical energy had a tendency to fry new technological
items such as cell phones. In the time they’d been working with the mingled
crew, Will had gone through a number of cell phones.
    Enforcers usually relied
on pagers to communicate in emergencies out in the field. The smaller, simpler
items still died but tended to have a longer life than a cell or other new
mobile device. Barely any Mages considered having a cell worth the effort and
many didn’t bother with more than one land line in their office or home either.
While it made communication difficult, it was by no means impossible, and
wizards and witches had grown used to the restrictions with a resigned ease.
    They both remained silent
for a moment, thinking. Blade thought about Ange’s point but finally allowed himself to be convinced. He
had greatly enjoyed his two other rides on Ange’s motorbike. The witch drove as if possessed by a speed demon, a fact he loved
about her. Riding with her, their bodies pressed tightly together, the wind
whipping through her hair, her musky, enchanting scent all within his warm
grasp, had given him deep pleasure.
    A sense of agility and
freedom overcame him on the bike, something he could easily become addicted to.
Nodding his head, he gave in graciously.
    “We’re wasting time.
Let’s go on your bike,” he agreed, and together they left his house to head
down to the police station.
    * * * *
*
    The team that assembled
in the cramped meeting room at the local police station chatted amongst
themselves as if they had known each other for years. In reality they had been
together for less than a week. Being teamed in pairs and having survived a
number of ferociously intense raids had quickly drawn them together. Trust ran
deep between them—they had forged a strong bond nothing short of deceptive
betrayal could shatter.
    Julian Sherwyn sat backward on his chair, his gray eyes laughing
at something Sage had said, his blond head tilted back as he snickered. Sage,
petite with long blonde hair, gesticulated as she told some story to Julian and
her partner Chase Whieldon . With dark shaggy hair
coupled with warm brown eyes, the man had proved