Jacob it seemed was lucky, the sharp curve and brakes knocked him flat to the roof of the Luggage cart. Then he slowly crawled forward. There was a chance that he was seen but not a great enough one that he was worried. He moved to the compartment with the Vault, sitting on the roof over it. Even through the metal roof he could feel the protective magic. It didn't matter, Magic was for some things, and Tnt was for others. If the ward protected against one, it would fail against the other, the sad limits of magic. Guards on the other hand, that was a nice touch. He could see them, and the woman. His vision shifted to see heat and warmth, channeling his fire control in his own body. He had a plan, actually, two. A and B. B sounded better.<br/><br/>He dropped down, in front of the cart, the conductor's train compartment behind him. The Vault room in front. Count down, 5, 4, 3....