A door leads west out to the alley, while an interior door leads to the proprietor’s office to the north. On the south wall, a large vault door is set into a brick wall.

It is about 65F(18C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Constitution and Sidney/span

Seraphina listens to Constance go immediately into the possible ambush of the ambush, she nods. “Alright.”

“Sounds fine,” Thomas tells Constance. “I don’t know that I’m an expert in fixing power lines,” he says. “But there’s a transformer here on the roof of the shop. I can call a crew, and ‘make sure’ they fix it,” he says. He digs for his phone, placing exactly that call. “Miss Hawke,” he says. “I think there’s a hatch to get us to the roof, but I don’t have a key,” he admits, indicating a roof hatch as he dials the local council office to send an electrician.

gestures towards Seraphina. “I want to use you as bait to draw out the goons and then I’ll put them all in the hospital, maybe?”, she questions. “Or they’ll come just to fuck with the electricians. I’m sure Thomas’ plan is probably better than mine. Since they see you around him all the time they probably will try to attack you..”

“Well, at least they know how to fix the wires,” Thomas admits to Constance. “I am not the wire fixing kind of guy. On the other hand, I can make sure the electricians do it.”

Seraphina pulls out her little toolkit in velvet, and unrolls it. She pulls out a slender silver pick, to attempt to work at the hatch to the roof. “I can fight, Connie, if I must. So while they may very well attack, I can defend too.” She smiles to Constance, tongue then going out in in order to focus on the task at hand.

Thomas mutters, “I don’t know understand why no one thinks I can fight. I won a boxing match!”

“Because you always say that you can’t.” Seraphina tells Thomas.

The hatch appears to be rusted shut from disuse – the lock jams. “Guess I could climb up the outside and then put a rope down?”, Constance suggests.

“Fine, be that way,” Seraphina complains when her pick breaks. “I’ll pull the damn thing right open…”

“They’re on their way,” Thomas tells Constance. “Maybe watch the alley while Miss Hawke gets up the room? That catsuit is meant for climbing,” he says with a look at Seraphina.

“Or that works,” Thomas tells Seraphina. He glances at his phone. How long til they get there? “Need a boost up?”

The hatch is torn open with the loud clang of metal. The electricians should be here in about five minutes, it seems. Constance hauls herself up through the hole with preternatural acrobatics.

Seraphina wraps her hand around the handle of the hatch, giving it a hard tug, the rusting parts groaning under the stress, and peeling as the metal bends to her will. After Constance climbs upward, the raven-haired woman jumps and tries to catch her fingers on the edge of the opening and pull herself up with her own acrobatics and strength. “A little help would be nice,” she allows Thomas.

Thomas comes up behind — beneath? — Seraphina, putting a hand on her ass to give her a boost up through the hatch. He turns to someone. “Are the electricians on the way? Or hoodlums?”

Thomas comes up behind — beneath? — Seraphina, putting a hand on her ass to give her a boost up through the hatch. He turns to Constance. “Are the electricians on the way? Or hoodlums?”

has her carbine out and is pointing it over the top of the roof. “Probably both,” she comments, amused. She sees a car being tailed by multiple masked creeps on bikes a couple blocks down and points it out. “Wonder if I should just open fire now?”

Constance says “Or if it’d spook off the electricians?“

“We wouldn’t want to scare off the electricians.” Seraphina tells Constance, “If we can avoid it. I know a little about hacking into systems, but actual electronics and all? Above my paygrade!” She does pull out her bow and she slings her quiver onto her back. Just in case.

“Let me call them,” Thomas says. He dials — when the electrician answers, his voice fills with psychic power. “Meet us on the roof.” A pause. “Even though we’re going to have some gunplay to keep the hoods off you,” he says to the phone.

Thomas tells someone, “Maybe just gentle suppressing fire.”

Thomas tells Constance, “Maybe just gentle suppressing fire.”

Constance grins with a feral mien and and begins to lay on the burstfire. She has supernaturally accurate aim and seems to be going for the tires of the bikes chasing the electricians, who keep heading towards the building instead of peeling off a side street or down an alley to evade gunfire. Eventually, they arrive – and place a ladder against the side of the building, climbing up onto the roof to deal with the malfunctioning transformer.

Constance says “Great…looks like that’ll put my water heater back on so I can take a shower. THanks, you two. I know you said you have plans tonight so I’m glad it was that simple.“

“Well, then,” Thomas says, climbing back down. “That worked out.” He smiles to Constance. “Though we still need to get over the edge.” There’s a look at Seraphina. “I wish I still had a briefcase,” he says.

Constance says “Eh. “

Constance says “We could always just summon demons to make Aurora Heights a shitty place to live because everyone hates the 63rd.“

“Like this?” Seraphina asks, pulling a small attache out of her cross-body bag.

“I expected it to be a little more difficult, but I’m glad that it was as simple as it was… sometimes… you never can tell!” Seraphina says, offering the small attache to Thomas so she can put her weapons away.” She tells Constance, “Showers are nice. But I like a good soak sometimes.”

Constance says “Yeah, well, getting a tub that fits me sucks ass.“

“Like that,” Thomas tells Seraphina. “I don’t suppose,” he asks her, “I can convince you to deposit it in the vault here?” he asks her. “I can show you the code.”

“Garden tubs are nice and big, Con!” Seraphina says, supportively.

Constance says “There, I have a Nightmare scheduled to fuck with any naturals in Aurora Heights so that they’ll see the Legion doesn’t care about protecting them.“

snorts. “And as I contribute the winnings from that, the Legion makes massive gains, somehow. At least we also did.”

Thomas nods to Constance. “I have a ritual ready to launch, soon enough,” he says. He hands the briefcase to a staff-member, who tucks it away in the vault, before turning to Seraphina, “Thank you.” He pauses. “It’s always hard to overcome the Legion. I don’t entirely understand it.”

“Me?” Seraphina asks Thomas. She pushes it into Thomas’s hands. “They must have quite the number of members.”

“You,” Thomas says to Seraphina. “Thank you.”

Seraphina smiles to Thomas and Constance, “You’re welcome.”

Constance says “Yes, thanks.“