Lee looked at Mushu as the little dragon scurried over, under, and through the cars. He finally settled on the car hood and shook his head. "We sense nothing," Lee confirmed as she extended her hand to allow Mushu to climb up to her shoulder. "We should leave."
Climbing into their respective vehicles, they pulled drove slowly out of the park and down the road until they reached the site of Lee's ambush. Stopping, they got out of the vehicles again.
Liam frowned, looking at the car filled sink hole. "We can't leave the road like this... someone will be killed."
"It will take time to fill it back in," Lee thought aloud. "It will be difficult to gather all the foundation materials in the right order."
"I can help with that," Connor said with a grin.
Lee looked at Liam, raising an eyebrow, but Liam shook his head. "I will keep the area safe from intrusion while you work your magicks. The last thing we want is for unaware to encounter us." He lifted his incense burner and started walking up the road, chanting softly.
Willa looked down into the hole. "What about the car?"
"It would be helpful if we can compact it," Lee acknowledged, looking at it as well.
Pulling out her wand, Willa nodded. "I'll see what I can do."
Over the next hour, the four mages combined their powers to restore the road to something approaching what it had been before Lee's sink hole. Liam maintained a bubble of correspondence, warping space so that cars coming around the corner were instantly translated to the other side of the work area. Willa enhanced gravity's influence upon the car, increasing the gravity until the car collapsed in upon itself as Lee's spells returned the dirt and stone to the hole. With Connor's help, Lee summoned back the materials of the road in the right order so that the final pieces of asphalt returned to the top of the disrupted area.
* * *
The mansion still burned. From what he could discern from his unobtrusive position up the street there was no way the valiant fire fighters would stop the blaze. It was a prime fire, not a typical fire. Nothing short of magickal intervention would prevent the entire place from incineration. Lucranaris shifted and pushed off from his seat against the fender. It wouldn't be too difficult to break the rote fueling the fire, he just needed to make a few calculations first.
Moving around the to the back seat, Luc reached in and pulled out his briefcase. Retrieving a grease pen, Luc began sketching out his computations on the driver side window. Glancing infrequently at the burning mansion, he adjusted his figures and traced out the rote. With a thrust of his will, the symbols flared, burning away, leaving only an oily after image of the rote. Up the road, the intensity of the flames changed, and the torrent of water the fire fighters had been using began suffocating the fire.
It will take them several hours to put the place out, Luc calculated as he tucked his pen back into his briefcase. Might as well get something to eat and prep. The MiB will be here by morning.
* * *
The four mages pulled the cars into the parking spaces in front of the sanctum, and Willa cringed when she saw her mother's tall, disapproving figure standing on the front porch. Her mother's grey streaked, dark blond hair was pulled back severely in french twist into which several crystal tipped hair sticks were thrust. Her jaw was set purposefully as she watched Willa and her companions climb out of their vehicles. She lifted her iPhone. "Your phone broke?"
(to be continued)
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