“Fat’s Spaghetti Parlor is their headquarters, which is where we can find Shai-ster,” Chumly completed. “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” Aahz grinned. “Skeeve has a standing invite to drop by, and when he does, they’re ready to tell him which team is working what area that day. Nice work.”
“Lucky,” I admitted with no embarrassment. “Well, shall we start?”
“Right,” Aahz nodded. “Just like we planned, Tananda and Chumly are a team. Gus, you’re with me. Skeeve and Massha, you start here. We all move out in different directions and space our hits so there’s no pattern. Okay?”
“One more thing,” I added. “Keep an eye on your disguises. I’m not sure of the exact range I can hold that spell at. If your disguise starts to fade, change direction to parallel mine.”
“We meet back at the Yellow Crescent Inn,” Gus finished. “And all of you watch your backs. I don’t stock that much first aid gear.”
“Good thought,” I said. “Okay. Enough talk. Let’s scatter and start giving the Mob a headache.”
The other two teams had melted into the crowd of shoppers before I had even turned to Massha.
“Well, anything catch your eye for us to have a go at?”
“You know, you’re starting to sound a bit like that troll.”
That sounded a bit more abrupt than was Massha’s normal style. I studied her curiously.
“Something bothering you?”
“Just a little nervous, I guess,” she admitted. “Has it occurred to you all this plan has a major flaw? That to implement it potentially means getting the entire Bazaar after us, as well as the Mob?”
“Yes, it has.”