Garrett silently seethed at his companions and regretted losing the thick accent.  One never has high expectations for people with absurd, thick accents, he thought.  As soon as he lost it, the requests came flooding in.  Garrett, would you please create an incredible magical spell that covers a small city?  Garrett, could you please risk your neck to investigate this or the other?  Garrett, could you find it in your heart to open an otherwise impregnable door?  No problem, ladies and gents.  Garrett could do this and more.<br/><br/>Fuckers, Garrett thought, while coughing up a lungful of Mark's smokebomb.  He glanced over his shoulder at the robot, and thought to himself, nobody ever asks that good-for-nothing tin-bucket for a thing.  And here, the bossy women were asking him to pull something out of his ass when he didn't even have the strength to wipe himself.<br/><br/>Women!<br/><br/>Concentrate, he thought to himself.  Mathematically speaking, it would take more than five hours to work through the message randomly, and he didn't have five hours.  Was it possible that he should be able to teleport through?  He searched his book of scrolls, and came up with nothing.  The only useful spell that he had in his arsenal was the Zone of Truth.  He glanced over his shoulder at Kasumi and considered this for a moment...<br/><br/>"You can't postcognate, can you?" he asked, whilst working out another idea.  Perhaps he could fake the runes out.  This, he thought, was an ingenious idea, namely because it was his go-to idea.  With a myriad of movements, and a few hums, the young man attempted, as best as he could with the strength permitted, to fake out the runes.<br/><br/>OOC:  31 to Use Magic to fake out runes;  80% on percent die.