"Excellent," Stone says. "I'm going to, uh, attract attention to myself. Once I'm in position and at work, y'all need to move carefully. Don't underestimate these guys. The best studies of white supremacist groups consistently show that the average member has one or two years of college under this belt. They're twisted, but not stupid."
Once he's got the bullhorn in hand, Stone walks toward the building's facade. As he moves, light shimmers around his right hand, compressing and cascading, taking form until the light is gone, replaced by an five-foot long warhammer.