Serrin met the troll’s grin with a laconic smile. He’d realized too late that they didn’t have any physical details of Luther’s place. All they knew was that it was a monastery. If it had something as simple as electrical fencing around it, blasting in with explosives might be the only way to enter before setting off the dozen alarms that any other kind of forced entry would trigger. Two things they didn’t have much of were sublety and the ability to bypass surveillance. Sure, a high-explosive missile could do the job, but they only had two of them and couldn’t afford the waste. Only 2. Serrin stopped his train of thought. That was enough to blow up most of the damn building. Frag subtlety.