Louis sighed, "Let's just hope for no explosions or fires for the rest of the day." Scanning the faces of the crowd, Louis felt a little stupid for feeling so paranoid. No one knew they were... er, special.[i] Unless they were all special. And could read minds.[/i] Louis shook his head. [i]Calm down. What are the odds of that?[/i]

	[i]What are the odds of us being a walking example of spontaneous combustion?

	Stop it.[/i]

	The two of them walked hastily through the crowds towards the old industrial plants, the smog from their smoke stacks streaking the blue sky with imperfection. Louis stopped at the intersection just before the industrial jungle began. "Wait, what about the security guards?"

	Isaac simply scoffed. "Professional thief, remember? The guards here a lazy, and never check their full route. There's an empty building that is always empty and they never check it. Used to use it to stash anything still hot, which, incidentally, you tend to be, apparently."

	They slipped into the abandon warehouse with relative ease. Isaac grabbed the corner of a sheet of tin and pulled it back from the wall. Louis cursed as one of its sharp edged tore a new hole in his already devastated jacket. Isaac slipped inside behind him and let the tin roll back into its original resting place.

	Louis heaved out a heavy sigh as he took the place in, "well, at any rate, at least it's dry."