The limousine cruised around a corner and glided to a stop down the street from the entrance of an alleyway, the car sat silently and almost invisible in the poorly lit section of the city, the only light coming from a flickering streetlamp on the alley side of the street. Dias could hear the low distant echo of the mortal mage moving through the alleyways, the other two were far too skilled at moving silently to produce any noise. As he listened, Dias heard the mortal speak, describing the building. Steam rose in great clouds from the sewer vents, as plastic bags and trash were swept down the sidewalk by a gentle breeze. Slowly the rear window of the limousine slid down. Dias opened a small laptop and typed in the address of the city block beside the alleyway. Moments later the screen lit up as the searchengine produced information on the site, the current owner, all previous owners, a detailed blueprint schematic of the buildings and satellite photographs of the site. Dias analysed the data then turned and watched the alleyway in silence for a few long minutes, then the window rolled up again. In his mind Dias silently ran over the risks and rewards of the situation. Finally there was a dull click as the curbside door of the limo opened, and Dias stepped out, his italian leather shoes making a low click on the concrete. The door of the limo did not close, it just hung open to the sidewalk as Dias, his arms folded behind his back, walked up the street until he was standing opposite the alleyway. Pausing for a moment he glanced to either side then crossed the street and disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway.