“This is the building,” he murmurs as he traces my finger along a rectangular path. “It’s three stories tall and Sage is on the second. The main entrance is here, on the south side.” He drags my fingertip down. “There’s a fire escape on the west—it’s rusted as all hell and there’s no telling if it’ll even hold my weight, but I don’t have much of a choice.”
He moves my finger back up toward the top of the page. “On the other side of the street, there’s a building I think we can easily get roof access to. I’ll get up there, then shimmy across on some power lines. Assuming I don’t fall to my death, get electrocuted to my death, or get spotted by the guards and shot to my death like a paper target at the fair, I’ll be able to get over to the roof of Sage’s building. Zeke will make a distracti
