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.I didn't let it get too big.The gate would close on its own, eventually, but smaller gates closed more quickly, and I didn't want some poor fool going through it.Present company excluded, of course.I glanced back to Susan and Martin."Susan, grab on to my coat.Martin, you grab hers.Take a deep breath and let's get this done fast and quiet."I turned to the Way, took a deep breath, and then strode forward.Mom's gem hadn't mentioned that it was flipping hot in there.When I'd stepped into the hallway on the first trip, I felt like I was inside about three saunas, nested together like those Russian dolls.I found the righthand wall and started walking, counting my steps.I made them a bit shorter than normal, and nailed the length of Mom's stride more accurately this time.I hit the Way out at forty-three.Another effort of will and a whispered word, and I opened that gate as well, emerging into a cold mountain wind, and late twilight.Susan and Martin came out with me, and we all spent a moment letting out our pent-up breaths.We were in desert mountains, covered with tough, stringy plants and quick, quiet beasts.The gate behind me, another circle, stood in the air in front of what looked like the entrance to an old mine that had been bricked over a long time ago."Which way?" Martin said."Half mile this way," I said, and set out overland.It was an awfully good hidey-hole, I had to admit.We were out so far in the desert hills that the commute to nowhere was a long one.The facilities had been cut into a granite shelf at the end of a box canyon.There was a single road in, and the floor of the canyon was wide and flat and empty of any significant features, like friendly rocks that one might try to take cover behind.The walls of the canyon had been blasted sheer.No one was coming down that way without a hundred yards of rope or a helicopter.Or a wizard."All right," I said.The night was growing cold.My breath steamed in the air as I spoke."Take these.Drink half of 'em.Save the rest." I passed out test tubes filled with light blue liquid to Martin and Susan."What is it?" Susan asked."A parachute," I said."Technically a flight potion but I watered it down.It should get us to the valley floor safely."Martin eyed his tube, and then me."Harry," Susan began."The last time I drank one of your potions, it became.awkward."I rolled my eyes."Drop into a roll at the end." Then I drank away half of my potion and stepped off the edge of the cliff.Flight is a difficult thing for a wizard to pull off.Everyone's magic works a little differently, and that means that, when it comes to flying, the only way to manage it is by trial and error.And, since flying generally means moving very quickly, a long way above the ground, would-be aeromancers tended to cut their careers (and lives) short at the first error.Flying is hard--but falling is easy.I dropped down, accelerating for a second, then maintaining a pace of somewhere around fifteen miles an hour.It didn't take long to hit the desert floor, and I dropped into a roll to spread out the impact energy.I stood up, dusting myself off.Susan and Martin landed nearby and also rose."Nice," Susan said.She bounced up in the air experimentally, and smiled when her descent was slowed."Very cool.Then we drink more to climb out?""Should make that slope a piece of cake," I said."But we'll need to move fast.Potion will last us maybe twenty minutes."Susan nodded, adjusting the straps on the small pack she wore."Got it.""Get close to me," I said."I can't veil all three of us unless we're all within arm's reach."They did, and after a few seconds of focus and concentration, I brought up a veil around us that should hide us from view and disperse our heat signature as well.It wouldn't be perfect.We'd still show up on a night-vision scope, to one degree or another.I was counting on the fact that men guarding a building that isolated could not possibly deal with problems on a regular basis.They'd have a very comfortable, reliable routine, which was exactly the sort of thing to take the edge off a sentry's wariness.That's just human nature.I beckoned, and the three of us began approaching the facility.There was no fluttering from shadow to shadow, or camouflage face paint.The veiling spell took care of that.We just walked over the uneven ground and focused on staying close together.That part may have been more fun if Martin weren't there.We got to within thirty yards of the fence, and I paused.I lifted my staff, pointed it at the first sentry camera, and whispered, "Hexus."I wasn't used to holding something as demanding as a veil in one hand while performing another working with the other--even such an easy spell as a technology hex.For a second, I thought I'd lose the veil, but then it stabilized again.The lights on the camera had gone out.We moved around the perimeter while I hexed the other two cameras into useless junk, but just as I'd taken down camera number three, Susan gripped my arm and pointed.The foot patrol was moving by on their sweep."The dog will get our scent," Susan said
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