"So much for certainty," I muttered, blinking to switch to infrared vision.
"There must be a problem with the power," he said, walking across to the window.
Why, I have no idea. It was pretty much obvious by the rainbow beams of light invading the office that this building was the only one who'd lost light. "Yeah, it's been cut. There's no hum coming from the fridge, Misha."
He shrugged, and turned around to face me. "Whoever or whatever it is still has to get through the Fravardin."
I glanced toward the metal door. "What kills them?"
"White ash."
And I was betting the mastermind behind this operation knew that. "Warn them, then contact the guards downstairs, see if they've been taken out."
He stared at me for a moment, his body a mass of pulsing red against the bright backdrop of city lights. Then he nodded, and moved across to the desk. "T
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