[Location: New York, USA]
"There were multiple signatures," she said.
The rooftop went quiet again.
Not tense.
Focused.
David's gaze sharpened slightly.
"How many?"
The woman hesitated.
"That's the problem," she admitted quietly. "I couldn't stabilise the count."
Varek frowned.
"That doesn't make sense."
"No," she replied. "It doesn't."
The man behind them shoved his hands into his pockets again, expression losing some of its earlier laziness.
"Different frequencies?" he asked.
"I thought so at first."
She closed her eyes briefly, reconstructing the memory.
"The outer layer of the ward surrounding the manor was easy to breach with my tools, but…"
She paused.
Her fingers tightened slightly against the strap of the compact scanning device hanging at her side.
"The deeper I scanned," she continued slowly, "the less the structure behaved like a location."
Varek crossed his arms.
"You're gonna need less cryptic wording."
She shot him a flat look.
"I am trying."
