Charm told Owen, her hands flying over holographic maps in the middle of her spaceship. “First, we’ll need a way to teleport down to Quanterium, breaking through the planet’s shield system that blocks teleportation rays, which they put up after we found the Fourth Key.” “I’m okay not getting there right away,” Owen said, watching the stars fly past out the window. “Second, we’ll need to make our way through Quanterium to the Presidential Palace, through Science Soldiers from a million different dimensions. And we’ll be entirely on our own, since anyone who might be willing to overlook the fact that we’re criminals is probably on the Nalwork anyway. Which brings up another issue: With everyone on the Nalwork, we’ll stand out just by walking around, no matter what our disguise.” “Well, my spell book was destroyed, so I don’t have any magic to disguise us anyway,” Owen pointed out. “Which takes away any chance of surprise that we had,” Charm said with a frown.
