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Zoey intercepted the energy ball with a throwing star and grabbed Zuri, popping up a few feet away from where the shadow she dragged them through. Upon coming out of that shadow, Zoey was a full wolf, with glowing purple lines tattooing her body. She hopped on top of a bin and howled, the scene around them slowly changing to night.

What was really happening was that Zoey had put Zuri down on a different cargo bin and popped up on the other one, starting an illusion. It was strong, but it was mostly for our friend the birthday boy. She was still trying to figure out the best way to take out someone who could known everything before it happens. Some leading theories: Act erratic and unpredictable, which was unlikely to work. Do so much at the same time it's difficult to keep track. Or just be a better fighter. Lets see which works.

She fell through the ground again and popped up out of a shadow, throwing an elbow to the back of his head.
The reast of the team appeared, one by one, in order of Raiya, Zuri, and finally herself. She got there in time to hear Nemo's comment about getting out of the sun, which instantly earned him a tiny fragment of respect. A little bump in her opinion of him. She looked around, seeing they were still alone, and crossed her arms. "Hey, uhh, Nemo? You don't think they'd have protocols if an alarm blares to search their goods for nasties, do you? Or like, we have an overterrified patron who'd want that done in the first place?"
"What? No, mate. We're just going one at a time. You'll have a chance here in a minute, but Raiya will be next. There's a bit of an order here, so we don't all get fudged on the other side. Right now, I'm giving it a minute so that Travis has the opportunity to disarm any traps on the other side. And also so he can get his bearings, because I don't think he was quite expecting what happened to happen. The Coven's magic isn't the most common in the world."
She deadpanned at his silly expression, and did not warn him about any of the sensations associated with being teleported through a shadow. Sensations like suddenly falling through the floor, becoming numbingly cold, and being ejected at a speed that may put you off balance. Or maybe she just did that on purpose. Either way, with Nemo gone, she had a desision to make about who to send next. Either Travis, or Raiya. Raiya because she was Nemo's partner (at least in Zoey's eyes), or Travis because he was supposed to de-ward. She went with Travis.

"Close your eyes, mate, and think of a nice dream. This won't hurt a bit," she says to him, pushing him gently into a wall. He'd fall through it and, if he followed her instruction, probably come out on the other end with a significantly better experience.
Zoey frowns, "I could make a bubble where we are essentially invisible, but that makes a bit of a signature magically speaking. If there weren't so many, I could simply trance all the workers into not noticing us. Hmmm..." She thinks for a moment, studying the distance, "Another more risky option. I could teleport us there individually through a shadow. The unfortunate thing is that the sun is out. If it weren't, not being seen would be no problem." She shrugs, "Up to you. What do you want to risk? Possibly alerting a mage presence, or possibly jumping into a trap."
Zoey crossed over after him, also looking around. They appeared to be in some sort of alley. It wasn't too dark yet, but it was close enough to smell like the ocean brine. She followed Nemo and the rest of the group, watching their surroundings carefully. She also double-checked that her illusion was up; didn't need to freak anyone out yet.
Zoey simply melted through the shadows in the corner of the room, flopping in an arm chair like she'd been there for hours. She felt a bit like she had, and she was glad to finally be getting out of this cabin. For some reason, it vaguely reminded her of a large fire. But maybe that was just another nightmare.

She noticed instantly that the room smelled a bit like alcohol. Fantastic. Stealth mission, lets drink. Solid. If she gave a damn, she'd probably be able to tell which drink. But she really didn't give a damn. At this point, she would consider just getting on the boat without something going horribly wrong a successful mission. She eyed Travis and wondered if he was coming. She assumed he was, but she didn't really see him as a stealth operative. In fact, he reminded her a bit of the guy Cyril from that TV show... which was it? Archer, that's right. Capable of maybe doing something good, but more likely to be a punch line. She was so positively astonished by this line up that she started thinking of drinking herself. She had a small vial of moonshine. After all, she might need it for when his all goes horribly wrong. At worst, the damn thing would make her drunk enough to find the humor. At best, soaking in the moonlight of a few nights might help give her a boost. Either way, she was already coming to grips with the fact that this mission might already be majorly boned.
Zoey took it and checked the magazines, counting the rounds. Six each, eyy? "Sure isn't a lot of bullets. But we don't have a lot of time." She turns it over in her hands, before sliding it through the purple aether of her inventory. "Maybe afterwards, we can talk about a more... custom fit. Since you like pretty things that match and all." She nods to Raiya and heads off down stairs to play more arcade games, mostly to kill off some of the apprehension of waiting around. She had a feeling she wouldn't have to wait long, but her high score could use a good bumping.
"Interesting advice from the bogeyman of magic," Zoey remarks, coming downstairs behind them. She had finished her mental preparations, but something was bugging her. It had to do with her tool kit: it was very ritualistic, and a bit archaic. However, she thought she happened to be in contact with a man who had access to simple tools, especially the kind of simple tools she wanted. She cleared her throat, "Sorry for the interruption, but I'd like a word with Nemo about the upcoming mission. Specifically, I'd like to talk about obtaining something deadly." She leans against a nearby wall. "I have a bit of a hunch that when it comes to obtaining a weapon, you'd be the man to talk to. I'm not looking for something fancy, but I am looking for something quiet, small, and effective. My throwing stars have limitations I'd like to compensate for."
Zoey sighed and melted through the shadows of the corner of the room into her own, locking the door. Sitting cross-legged, she turned her magic in on it's self to create an illusion in her head. The illusion was surround with flat, steel walls. In her paws, one of her throwing stars, and in front of her a terminal. The room was blank, like a movie traing room, and the terminal had only one, glowing button; 'begin'. She tapped the button and began the training exercise, striking each 5 centimeter diameter circular target levitating in an area around her. The advantages of this form of mental training was that it could be done nearly anywhere, it was low energy, and it helped visualizing the follow through. With her confidence in her prior field work, she figured this would be enough for the mission.
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