we don't have anything to play with there."

"So we can't use the old 'volatile-batch-of-Dust' trick…"

"Exactly."

"Hmm…" Weiss pulled a chair back and sank into it, crossing her legs. "And there's no way in from underground."

"I'll say one thing for these guys: they know how to choose a good hideout. It's too far from any of the adjacent buildings to jump across, and the sewer system runs under the building behind it. The gates are too heavily guarded and the grounds are too heavily patrolled."

Something he'd said caught Weiss' attention. She stood up and checked over all of the photos he'd taken. Her scroll—sitting on the kitchen bench—started ringing, but Weiss ignored it. Most of the pictures didn't help her, but there were a few that had good shots ofthe building's roof.

She looked up at Neptune. "How many guards did you see on the roof?"

He pursed his lips and glanced at the photos. "Two… Yeah, just two. One on each end."

"Good. That's got to be our way in."

Neptune scratched at his chin. "So what're you thinking?" he asked. "Airship? They're not going to miss a Haven airship hovering over their hideout. That'll set the alarm off faster than anything."

Weiss frowned. He was right, but they really had no other way in.

The blue-haired Huntsmen snapped his fingers. "What if—"

"—we don't stop the airship," Weiss finished. She'd had the same thought, and immediately realised how stupid it was. But, she realised, there really was no other way in. "I'd have to go in alone," she added. "There's no way