I wondered how Rafael and Fede were doing. They couldn’t have been more than a few minutes ahead of me. They must have made it past the Azzies on guard at the door below—I hadn’t seen any signs of a struggle as I passed. We’d decided that, in the case of them getting into the temple before me, they were to try and track down Vargas on their own. If they were able to touch him, the amount of gamma scopolamine on their plastic gloves might not be enough to immobilize the priest completely. Instead, they would have to get an improvised mage mask on him before he could cast any spells.