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The headquarters building was just two stories tall but very deep and wide. Brown bricks covered the exterior, but he knew the bricks were just a façade. Behind them were thick, solid walls made of reinforced concrete suitable for a fortress. Some exposed beams hinted at the strength of the structure. Slot windows were so heavily tinted, he couldn't see through them.
A line of trees screened the building which was set well back from the street. Only a small, blue sign indicated who occupied the place, and in Washington, such signs were very common. It certainly didn't look like the home of a powerful government bureau, and that was by design. Only sorcerers and victims of sorcerers had to deal with the BPI.
Blake had been inside a few times. The Sorcerer's Tribunal met in headquarters, and he had gone there for his trial. The most interesting parts of the facility were deep underground behind layers of heavy security. Headquarters was designed to keep out renegade sorcerers even if they were using mind-control. Remote-controlled weapons and surveillance cameras meant guards didn't have to get near visitors. The interior was divided into compartments with checkpoints in between. Daily blood tests were mandatory, and there were probably many other security measures Blake didn't even know about.
He wasn't planning to go inside anyway. He had an entirely different plan in mind.
"Be ready to move," Blake said.
"Yes, sir," his companion replied.
Blake glanced at the man in the driver's seat. He was another member of the small team of assassins that was working for Blake these days. The man had pale white skin and blue eyes. He was missing his left ear, but a leather hat partially concealed the disfigurement. Even though it was the dead of winter, he was wearing a T-shirt which showed off muscular arms covered in tattoos.
Blake looked through his binoculars again. A woman in a blue business suit walked out of BPI headquarters. She strolled through a parking lot full of cars, reached the sidewalk, and continued down the street.
"There!" Blake said. "Carefully follow that person."
The driver started the car and drove north. They passed through a quiet, suburban neighborhood near Washington, DC. Beautiful old homes with generous front lawns looked like a scene from a movie. Every house had a two-car garage at the end of a long driveway. The trees were magnificent.
Blake and the assassin followed the woman to an office building with a brown exterior. A sign for a "Metro" station was above a door, and the woman went straight to it.
Blake nodded. He had known the subway station was nearby, but he had wanted to confirm that members of the BPI used it.
The driver pulled over to the side of the road. Blake got out.
"I'll call when I need to be picked up," he said. "It could be several hours."
"Yes, sir," the driver said.
Blake hurried over to the Metro station. He went inside and took an escalator down. The clean, spacious interior of the station impressed him. The arched ceiling was made of concrete blocks which formed an interesting grid pattern.
He paid for a ticket and went to the train platform. He found a seat in the center where he hoped plenty of travelers would walk past him. He took a paperback novel out of his pocket and pretended to read it.
The Russian Eye was in a pouch under his shirt. He tapped into its power and began to read the minds of people nearby. He didn't go deep. He just wanted to know what they were thinking about and who they worked for. He was looking for members of the BPI.
This part of the plan was a big gamble. The special energy used by sorcerers caused the brain to release metabolic byproducts which lingered in the blood. Agents who failed their blood test weren't allowed into BPI headquarters, and if the circumstances were suspicious, the bureau inquired further.
Blake hoped his light touch wouldn't leave much of a trace behind. By the time
The headquarters building was just two stories tall but very deep and wide. Brown bricks covered the exterior, but he knew the bricks were just a façade. Behind them were thick, solid walls made of reinforced concrete suitable for a fortress. Some exposed beams hinted at the strength of the structure. Slot windows were so heavily tinted, he couldn't see through them.
A line of trees screened the building which was set well back from the street. Only a small, blue sign indicated who occupied the place, and in Washington, such signs were very common. It certainly didn't look like the home of a powerful government bureau, and that was by design. Only sorcerers and victims of sorcerers had to deal with the BPI.
Blake had been inside a few times. The Sorcerer's Tribunal met in headquarters, and he had gone there for his trial. The most interesting parts of the facility were deep underground behind layers of heavy security. Headquarters was designed to keep out renegade sorcerers even if they were using mind-control. Remote-controlled weapons and surveillance cameras meant guards didn't have to get near visitors. The interior was divided into compartments with checkpoints in between. Daily blood tests were mandatory, and there were probably many other security measures Blake didn't even know about.
He wasn't planning to go inside anyway. He had an entirely different plan in mind.
"Be ready to move," Blake said.
"Yes, sir," his companion replied.
Blake glanced at the man in the driver's seat. He was another member of the small team of assassins that was working for Blake these days. The man had pale white skin and blue eyes. He was missing his left ear, but a leather hat partially concealed the disfigurement. Even though it was the dead of winter, he was wearing a T-shirt which showed off muscular arms covered in tattoos.
Blake looked through his binoculars again. A woman in a blue business suit walked out of BPI headquarters. She strolled through a parking lot full of cars, reached the sidewalk, and continued down the street.
"There!" Blake said. "Carefully follow that person."
The driver started the car and drove north. They passed through a quiet, suburban neighborhood near Washington, DC. Beautiful old homes with generous front lawns looked like a scene from a movie. Every house had a two-car garage at the end of a long driveway. The trees were magnificent.
Blake and the assassin followed the woman to an office building with a brown exterior. A sign for a "Metro" station was above a door, and the woman went straight to it.
Blake nodded. He had known the subway station was nearby, but he had wanted to confirm that members of the BPI used it.
The driver pulled over to the side of the road. Blake got out.
"I'll call when I need to be picked up," he said. "It could be several hours."
"Yes, sir," the driver said.
Blake hurried over to the Metro station. He went inside and took an escalator down. The clean, spacious interior of the station impressed him. The arched ceiling was made of concrete blocks which formed an interesting grid pattern.
He paid for a ticket and went to the train platform. He found a seat in the center where he hoped plenty of travelers would walk past him. He took a paperback novel out of his pocket and pretended to read it.
The Russian Eye was in a pouch under his shirt. He tapped into its power and began to read the minds of people nearby. He didn't go deep. He just wanted to know what they were thinking about and who they worked for. He was looking for members of the BPI.
This part of the plan was a big gamble. The special energy used by sorcerers caused the brain to release metabolic byproducts which lingered in the blood. Agents who failed their blood test weren't allowed into BPI headquarters, and if the circumstances were suspicious, the bureau inquired further.
Blake hoped his light touch wouldn't leave much of a trace behind. By the time
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