The mage sitting in the front seat next to Eddy leaned back as Eddy peeled 
the Tornado out into the street. Peter caught a reflection of himself in the 
mage’s silver eyes; cybernetic eyes containing microtronics that mimicked the
heat-sensing capabilities of Peter’s own, natural eyes. Through the window, the
dimness of the bar held no secrets from a mage who could see in the dark. "How’d
it go?"