Fin reached for the doorknob. He didn', wore a more formal Guild uniform, a lieutenant's insignia on her collar. These were the trackers. Their eyest try to pick the lock. He focused, pushed a sliver of his power into the metal. The internal tum. "My turn?" She pulled a thin set of metal picks from a pouch on her thigh.
Fin shook his head. He and ears.
Fin met Arachne's gaze. He nodded once.
Arachne moved first.
She flowedblers twisted, broke. The knob turned easily in his hand.
He pushed the door open.
