Listening to them, Ermon shakes his head slightly. How do these people get around? No uniforms, no IDs and, apparently, no ability to lie well enough.
"Ok, give me a day or two. We'll pose as a press crew so you can just go casual, I'll bring badges and everything, you just get a small cheap-ass camera each", - he then shakes his head at Ermac, - "We need to get our asses on the property, besides, it's been a while, you won't pick up anything about the fire from bored officers. Actually, with any luck, they'll be bored enough for us to slip inside without notice: we'll see how it goes".
After his coffee arrives, the Warlock snaps his fingers in the air:
"Right, almost forgot. Aptitudes. I'm good with mind tricks, what do you specialize in?"