"Rerouted, of course," Michael said with a gleam in his eye when he was done. "The original message was sent from Cape Town. Now, that’s a coincidence, isn’t it? Two shots at the Confederated Azanian Nations inside ten minutes. I’m tracing the address and the owner now. Ah, here we are." He worked on as he talked, his frames doing the donkey labor. "Now, let’s see what we can find out about Mr. Manoj Gavakar. Obviously, he’s a Cape Indian, but is he a mage or is he . .His voice trailed away.