Martin looks back. Well, he has the mage, now knocked out and on the back of a truck Martin just rented so he wouldn't have to lug a mage around all day. He soon will have his pay. Everything seems to be going smoothly...

One thing you must learn in stories is to never, ever, think that.

The mage, after a moment of tense energy buildup that Martin would have noticed had magic any effect on him, suddenly changed. His body becoming more insubstantial, and shrinking slightly, the mage quickly evaporates. After cursing out loud, Martin springs to action. "I see no residue, it looks like an evaporation spell. But those are slow to cast, I think it might have been a spell kept in stasis on something he was wearing, like how spies keep cyanide pills on them in case of capture... but why would a mage who is working for a cult have something like this? They don't really expect to be suddenly captured and interrogated, or at least not enough to have a spell like this hidden on them..." Martin pauses for a moment in thought, and then goes on. "Delta, tell our employers about this."