This hadn’t simply been a rescue operation—indeed, the rescue might have been intended to cover up a more interesting heist: the theft of this item, which he knew for a fact to be a Scadrian authorization key. Plastic key cards were, of course, eschewed by them. They had a fetish for metal. This disc would open a door somewhere. And the people at the table seemed to know it, even if they didn’t understand completely what they were doing.
