Throwing back my head, I joined my voice with his. Wandering around to the back of the building. I ran a finger along the fence, causing the iron to quiver and hum. Just pulling the tiger’s tail, I suppose. I reached the back of the manor and set down my black bag. It was a simple matter. In a few moments, I watched a section of the iron rust and crumble away under the assault of one of my simpler programs. I slipped through the fence like a ghost.