<Cassie, your barn is a major landmark,> Jake called, as he finished the demorph; despite the serious situation, he couldn't help but grin at the thought. Going in felt like coming home, like it was just another day, another meeting. Strange that planning out a deadly mission should feel normal by comparison, but Ax was here, the others were coming, and it could have been any old day on planet Earth. Now if only he could screw his head on right, maybe they could figure out a plan...