Jay stands back on his feet, a little shaky but no worse for wear. "Let's go," he says before Seth can answer. "We can talk on the move." He heads out, expecting them to follow, hands stuffed in his pockets. He feels pretty calm, not as calm as Daine maybe, but it's not like this is out of his element. He made a lifetime of doing dumb shit that was way over his head, and this time he has backup, competent backup. And this time there's no thing watching him from around the corner, and no masked folks running around and screwing things up. Everything feels strangely solid and clear. He knows what he's gonna do and he's gonna fuckin do it, end of story.

He doesn't even think about documenting it.