"What sort of security arrangements are around this warehouse?"  The question came almost out of nowhere, and a man who<em>definitely</em>hadn't been standing there a moment ago now was.  Of course, when you were a mage, and the ebb and flow of mana was at your control, you could do things like that, and freak them out to no end.  "Numbers?  Equipment?  Talents, magical, mundane, or otherwise?"  Diver had once had to deal with a Technomancer, and while magic had prevailed, having someone who could hijack machinery was damn scary if you weren't expecting it.<br/><br/>"If you are being as serious as you seem to be, it'd be to your advantage to tell us everything you know about the area where we're going to be operating, so that you minimize the chances of needing to repeat this little shindig in the future."  Diver seemed more the noir-style detective in dress - slacks, pants, long coat.  What they didn't know was that under those clothes were a formidable armor setup, a pair of guns, and two very potent magical foci.