"All right..."
Mason puts his hands to the wall. They're thick, thick and dense. He shuts his eyes to concentrate. "Come on girl... talk to me..." It's not like being back at headquarters, where he could obsess over every little detail of the blueprints and get an idea ahead of time. It's a lot of information coming at him at once as he feels out the wall and it's contents.
Hit a support line and the wall could crack too much. Hit a utility line and they'll have too much attention on them. Too convoluted a path and he won't be able to make it in enough transmutations.
He lets out a breath as his hands tense, and a tunnel, not quite straight, but not tangled, forms in the wall. A second transmutation and it's wide enough for at least a small snake to get through.
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