A smile tugged at the corner of Dumas’s mouth when Chester signaled his approval of the plan, military style.  Dumas suspected that Chester would have made a lousy soldier -- too clever, too rebellious, too fond of his own life.  But that wasn’t a damning condemnation of anybody.  Tapping a finger to his forehead, Dumas offered the magician an informal salute before hurrying after the two men.<br/><br/>Walking briskly, Dumas took his phone from his pocket.  A few quick button pushes pulled up a map of the location.  If either of the men happened to glance back at him, he would look like little more than a lost pedestrian, worriedly shifting his gaze between his map and his surroundings.  But in truth, Dumas was carefully planning his attack.  As the first man reached the mouth of an alleyway, Dumas slipped up behind the second one, drawing the stun stick from his pocket and extending it with a rapid flick of his wrist.  Then he tapped it against the man’s leg.  Immediately, a low level electrical current shot through the man, temporarily scrambling his nerve function.<br/><br/>Now Dumas addressed the first man, speaking loudly enough to cover up the thump that the second one made as he crumbled to the ground.  “Excuse me,” he began, thrusting his phone into the remaining man’s line of vision.  “I seem to be a little turned around.  Do you happen to know--?”<br/><br/>His sentence was never finished.  During the brief moment when the man had his attention fixed on the phone, Dumas discarded the stun stick and slipped his hand inside his jacket, drawing the needle gun.  “Drop your phone,” he instructed calmly, pointing the needler at the man’s head.  “And then step into the alley.  I have a few questions I want to ask you.”