The fisher spirit and ancestor coalesce in the atral around Still Waters in the alley once more. "Please manipulate this in the mundane world to open the door I saw," he sends to the ancestor along with a mental image of what he saw. A second request is given to the ancestor to follow with the team and magically guard any of the team members it sees. He gives no immediate command to the agitated beast spirit, just sending it a feeling of reassurance. Patience.
Planting his feet in a wide stance, he holds his hands out low, palms down, and begins to chant. Sweat intermingles with the rain on his brow as he speaks to the breeze, to the building, to Seattle, cajoling his Sight through the enemy's ward to locate the man in his mind.
subvoc - "Here. Our target is here." He uses his edit program to make a rudimentary blip on the map in the VIP room. "He cannot go anywhere without me knowing. Door will be open soon."