"Maybe I might just have to find your handcuffs then - of course, I'd have to check they still worked before I gave them back to you. john might be able to give me a hand. It'd be the - friendly - thing to do..."

"But you were a magician? Well, I'm sure you've certainly got a few tricks up your ...sleeve..." War said with a wink, noting the angel's deep blush.

"I don't suppose the ceiling had anything to do with that? Ah well, all's well that ends well - or so people say, at any rate. On which note, if you absolutely insist on knowing, then I'll show you."

Though I'm not sure it'll put his mind at rest, she thought grimly.

War turned back into the room through the shattered doorframe, and went to the locker on the right hand end of the three she'd used. She put the key in the lock and turned it, then flung the door open and stepped back.