Antonin listened with some amusement to all the plans. At least some attempt was finally being made to think outside the box.
"Dear lady," he whispered to Morag, "how much can one broom jockey actually carry in the way of explosives and still fly? We have cargo sized carpets that might do a better job, if you want to let someone know."
"And it looks like no plan is being made for a long-term interdiction. With this silly oath, we can't tell Nikita to plan ahead for long-term surveillance on the area. You might suggest something to prevent the rats from running back in their holes when the smoke and fire dies down."