Getting Amy all the way here to Brooklyn from the Bronx wasn’t easy. Just sneaking her off the property of the Metascience building took a few more grams of magical energy than Bandit thought he had to spend, and that was not all he had to do. He’s tired, tired enough to collapse, but his ordeal is near its end. Abruptly, he sits, then pulls on his ankles to bend his knees and sit cross-legged.