I glanced toward the end of the hallway and studied the security camera. If I was going to get into the storage locker, I'd have to do it in Aedh form—and the last thing I needed was the transformation being caught on tape. "Can you do something about those things?"
"A well-placed blow from Valdis would do a good job of destroying them."
"I was hoping for something a little more discreet than that."
He contemplated the camera for a moment, then said, "Perhaps the woman at the desk can be convinced to turn them off temporarily."
"I'm sure you could sweet-talk the sun out of the sky if it suited you, reaper."
He frowned, though amusement creased the corners of his bright eyes. "That is an illogical statement."
"Which doesn't mean it's not true." I waved a hand. "Go sweet-talk. I'll wait here."
He turned and left. I contemplated the battered roller door for several seconds, then turned my attention to the doors on either side. Would it be worth breaking into them on the off chance there was some form of ventilation between the two rooms? In Aedh form I was little more than mist, so even the smallest of cracks would give access. With any sort of luck, the magic that protected Genevieve's locker was concentrated at the entrance rather than being all-encompassing. A long shot, granted, but surely some sort of luck had to fall our way eventually.
I contemplated the door for a few more seconds, then retreated to the other side of the hall to wait. Azriel returned a few minutes later. "The cameras at either end of this hall have been turned off."
I pushed away from the wall and handed him my phone. "I'm going to try entry from one of the other lockers. Hopefully, whoever set the spell might not have considered that eventuality."
"Unlikely. The magic feels encompassing."
"Meaning floor and ceiling, as well as walls?"
He hesitated. "Oddly, not the floor."
"Then maybe that will play in our favor."
"And maybe you just waste your time."