The mage stood against the bulkhead on the other side of the cargo bay. All in black like the rest, he wore form-fitting body armor and a heavy Kevlar cape with high collar that was almost roguish on his slender, intense build. Thin beads of gleaming perspiration, ignited by stray strands of moonlight spilling through the amphibian’s windows, dotted Cullen Trey’s handsome face. "Making this bird invisible to either organic or technological detection isn’t my idea of a slotting good time, chummer."