Sam could see some kind of commotion at the base of Hawthornwaite Tower. Flashes of light from heavy weapons fire and magical blasts lit the sky with the sudden violence of summer lightning. The arcane bolts were coming from inside the building, which most likely meant that one or more of the druids was involved. The Centrum’s security company had no on-staff magical talent, relying on quick response from the municipal police forces. Sam was pleased. The distraction would only make his job easier, perhaps changing the odds of success from utterly impossible to only mostly impossible.