wards vs little chicago

I got out of the shower, dried, and slipped into my white robe again. I kept my thoughts focused, picked up my backpack and the white envelope, and went down to the basement lab. I shut the door behind me. If Little Chicago went nova, preventative spells I'd laid to keep energies from escaping the lab should mitigate the damage significantly. It wasn't a perfect plan, by any means, but I'm only human.
Which was a disturbing thought as I stared at the model on the table. Even a tiny mistake. Only human.


Proven Guilty Chapter 33, Page 262-263