Magara listened patiently while the plan was further discussed between all three teams. 

[i]Owl[/i] She thought to herself. Her grandmother had always believed that Owls were very bad luck. Whenever night fell and they heard an Owls cry the old woman would pray for protection. She was certain that Vita did not have this association with the animal. The training A.I. likely considered the Owl’s keen eyesight, as her team’s purpose was to scout and keep an eye on the overall scenario.

The irony that she was associated with an animal known for its keen eyesight was not lost on her. Grandmother would also consider this bad luck.

She checked Carl’s harness. The dog yawned, and his ears folded back. 

She would be on the rooftops with Ambrose, Jack, and Azrael. She would have follow Carl very closely indeed if she did not want to get hurt. The basic physical training she had endured the past month such as running, lifting, and stretching, would surely pay off now. 

She was glad to be on the roof rather than in the fight-club. Such an environment would wreak havoc on her. She thought herself lucky to be on the roof and away from the busy club and street…

… but then [i]the owl[/i] made her wonder. For a moment she thought she heard the sound a flapping wing, was this a ghostly omen from the evil bird? Or perhaps it was just Horus…