Ramirez hex

I kept Anna's face and her serious eyes in mind as I tromped up to the gothic gate made of simulated wrought iron, but heavy enough to stop a charging SUV. I struck it three times with my staff and planted its end firmly onto the ground.
The gate buzzed and began to open of its own accord. Halfway through, something near the hinges let out a whine and a puff of smoke, and it stopped moving.
"That you?" I asked him.
"I took out the lock too," he replied quietly. "And the cameras that can see the gate. Just in case."
Ramirez doesn't have my raw power, but he uses what he has well. "Nice," I told him. "Didn't feel a thing."
His grin flickered by. "De nada. I'm the best."

White Night Chapter 35, Page 358-359