A London Reality [London, England]

[Nox]

One way to get around the idea of his mark seeing his weaves was not to let him been seen. Nox texted Sage and they were all ready to go.

The man in question had already ordered the building empty. He was taking a tour of his alleged property. Nox pulled the fire alarm with a weave of air and Sage pulled the fire doors down around his ears. Him and his goons. Collateral damage, but they were probably dicks too doing his work without a qualm.

Nox sent weaves of air into the ground and found the supporting columns of the building and weakened them all at the same time. The building tumbled in on itself. It was like a beautiful display of colorful dominos without the theatrics and set up required. One floor after another tumbled down and in and the pile of rubble only grew as news crews pulled up and helicopters took flight. Buildings just don't fall down. Except when they do.

Destruction of property. But it killed the man inside. His estate would lose the building. Those jobs lost would be nothing, but the man was dead -- the only lost life. At least that's all they knew to still be in the building. His guards somehow managed to flee just in time -- thanks to the Wicked Truth.

Nox waited for the crowds to die down before he fled the scene of the man's demise. It was late, and dark but the bar downstairs was still open, and Nox had a promise to keep. And likely the last night with Hayden. Nox wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.