He bounds up the tree and makes his way above the ground with ease. Each wooden limb sags heavily beneath his weight. Without breaking his concentration he sends a quick wish up to Dame de la Chance, and hopes she hears him.
The branches hold. It seems that Lady Luck still counts him in her favor.
He nears the building; he's so close he can see the lighted windows and people within.
Remy examines the towering wall of pure electricity crackling between he and his destination. He knows that the technology before him is too advanced to have been made by anyone but Forge.
But he's prepared, too.
And with that last, slightly smug thought—Remy unzips his pack.
Feedback is encouraged.
