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Raul bolted up a boron staircase to the rooftop in order observe the early morning sky over their heads. The sound was growing louder, becoming gradually easier to locate with his binoculars.

He spotted a drone.

It didn't look like a military model, though. And it was coming closer but not in a straight line. It looked more like it was surveying the area.

With their little fortress wedged between two hills, they were probably a bit difficult to see. The drone would have to turn its camera at just the right angle. Even if it was one of those models with a 360 degree view, then whoever was looking at the footage would still have a hard time finding them.

If it had infrared, though, then that might be a problem.

Raul reached out with his right hand and touched the rocky face of the hillside there. He concentrated, and a baseball-sized stone came free as he pulled his hand away.

As a teenager, most school sports had been off limits to the Triplets, because their power made it so easy to cheat. The House didn't want him or his brothers making a scene and drawing too much public attention to the Blackburns--or worse, killing someone.

But they'd still played as a form of training with other servants. Their best games, though, had been the ones they played in secret among the three of them. And yeah. They'd accidentally killed each other a few times. Damn, if it hadn't been fun, though.

Raul could easily throw a pitch that would break the sound barrier, but that might be a bit overkill here. The resultant sonic boom would draw more attention to their position, not less.

Cousin Melchor's hand arrived on Raul's shoulder. "Hold on."