"Mask and goggles," Len echoed, frowning. He'd seen pictures of James on the news - searched out after the fact when he realized who James was. He didn't much like the look. The mask looked too much like a muzzle to him, though otherwise it was hot as hell. "Gideon can probably make them for you. But you'll have to keep quiet, too."

"Keep quiet?" Mick called as they came up the ramp. "Think you can manage that? I might have to punch you for every word you say."

Ray was sitting slumped over in a chair, jaw swelling. Mick was gently drawing on his face in magic marker. Everyone else was trying not to stare.