Trying to explain to the police that I didn't know what happened when they found me in a museum that had just been trashed wasn't as easy as I wanted it to be. Fortunately, the cops had no knowledge of what actually had happened and there was no choice for them except to believe me. Yes, I lied to the police, What else was I supposed to do? Tell them that we were using magic? Let them know that my best friend had summoned lightning from an electrical wire? I can just picture the looks on their faces if I told them that I fried someone's vitals and his brain with a fireball. Can you imagine? That sounds like a one-way ticket to the loony bin.
At any rate, I found myself with Steve at the McDonalds at I-75 and Mack between downtown Detroit and where we started in Ferndale. As we ate our greaseball burgers, he gave me a look. "This isn't good. It's not just that they killed Bradley. It's how they did it. They knew where to find us. They even had the right room staked out. They knew enough to go after Bradley first, even though he was a sensitive and had no power they could detect. We've got a mole."
I swallowed a fry and shook my head. "We -might- have a mole. They could have our phones bugged. They could have our houses bugged. What we know for sure is that we've got a bunch of warriors coming into town and no way to warn them that we've been made. Unless you've got some ideas?"
Steve was our tech guy for more reasons than just than the fact that his magic manifested itself that way. "A burner phone would keep our conversations from being overheard if one of our phones are bugged. If we've got a mole, it won't help though."
I felt myself grimace. "And we have no way to know which it is. We also have no choice. If we let our people walk into that museum with no warning we might as well kill them ourselves."
"You're not wrong." Steve looked me straight in the eye. "And it gets better. If we use the same burner phone to call all of them and we do have a mole then the new number is compromised."
I choked on my burger. "Great, so even if our phones aren't bugged now, they could be soon. So what, we get a buttload of throw-away cell phones?"