Raphael looked at Sam and then looked behind him, clearly watching it for signs of Lazar. He didn't trust Lazar not to appear the moment he opened his mouth. He raised his hand to his own face and got some blood from his mouth, slowly taking his finger down to the floor.

There, he wrote in an old Norse language, a long dead one. something he knew Sam had studied once to crack something he had been doing. He drew one symbol then another slowly.

Danger. Stop.

He gave Sam a moment to look at it and then hastily smudged it away as quick as he had written it.