Using the tungsten carbide frame of his specs was simple enough, and Jin cut through the glass that cased the chutes within minutes, right where they disappeared beneath the freestanding wall. If anyone looked, the notches would appear to be design flaws. Neat ones.
He popped the lenses out of the frame and positioned them above the chutes, readying for when he needed to shove them into place and stop the markers from returning. He would swing the arm of his glasses to propel the markers forward again after.
For now, he leaned back against the freestanding wall, out of sight from the dormer guard.
Time to wait.
Wait for Arthie, wait for Laith, wait for Matteo.
He popped a clove rock into his mouth. Lovely.