The cops must’ve predicted we’d try the Cloaking spell, then Mimicry, then Transmutation, then Dark Transport. Who wouldn’t when trying to liberate—they’d say “steal”—the most feared power source of all time? We’d outsmarted layers of guards and spells, as well as a vault hidden from matter and time itself. So the cops were ready, and instantly blocked all our channels. As another phalanx of hovering cop cars apparated behind us, I determined it was time. All the other heists were just warmups. I turned to the backseat and carefully lifted out the Darkness. Time to step up our game.