Now it was an hour till sunrise, and they'd finally made it. Henri pressed an ear to the wall of the building, having approached from the rear. He couldn't hear a thing. That could either be a good sign--the fact that there was no screaming--or a bad thing...something that Henri wouldn't let himself think about.
They walked around the building, keeping their eyes and ears open. Henri had stolen a jug from the boat, and he now released the water he'd stored inside it. The blob floated behind him as he followed Senna to the entrance, where they'd realized would be the only way to get into the barn. The only windows were to the loft, some twenty feet in the air.
Henri ran as if on autopilot, refusing to allow himself to think about what they might find inside the barn. He had to have faith that the water he carried would be enough--that the trip hadn't completely exhausted him of his wielding abilities.
The door. They'd reached it. Henri looked to Senna for instructions. It went without saying that she was the operations master of this rescue, and Henri would do whatever she told him.