The secure entry room under Dublin Tower had the cameras and the certified broadcast line, which was the only reason they were standing in it instead of the Hale Estate basement.
Floor 22 had gone in and come out of Finn's cellar with nobody watching. This one was going out live.
Ronan had his shield up on the bench under the lights, running his thumb along the re-faced edge where the Greybridge gouge had been. He turned it, checked the new rim seating against the old, and put it back on his arm.
"Holds," he said.
Finn worked the grip of the left-hand axe, then the right, and swapped them and did it again, because they had come back from the smiths with fresh binding and fresh binding was always half a millimetre wrong until his hands agreed with it.
Cillian went down the conductors along his forearms one at a time, tapping each contact and watching for the small blue answer. Two of them were new. Both answered.
