Grey slid back into the room and reported, conversationally, “They’re using suppressed weapons. There are enough of them to make a great big mess of this entire operation, but so far they’re just probing us.” “Heh,” I said. “Probe.” “Wizard,” Grey said, a trifle impatiently, “are you sure you want to keep pushing it like this?” “Yeah,” I said. “Think so.”
