As it turned out, the identity of the three new arrivals became clear when they got a bit nearer and Prue asked Buster worriedly “Where’s Rylan? Did everything go to plan?”
Buster gave a great rumbling laugh and pointed to where I was hiding.  By this time, I’d slid my dagger surreptitiously back into my belt.  I stepped out of concealment.
Effren commented dryly “Skulking again.  Why am I not surprised?”
“You would have been surprised,” I shot back “If you’d been a bad guy.”  I paused, mock considering “Well, you’re no angel, but you know what I mean.”
“Alright, boys” Prue cut in “Time’s a wasting.  Weapons in the cart and let’s go.” She fixed me with a direct stare “All weapons, Rylan.”
We dropped our weapons into the cart.  I seriously considered keeping a boot knife, just in case, but I figured that if it came to a brawl then the job was already a bust.

Prue watched me intently as I produced a variety of hidden weaponry and deposited them in the cart.  “All done.”  I spread my arms “Want to check?”  She didn’t, she currently had other concerns.
Buster didn’t wear armour – he was tough enough anyway.  My leather would pass for normal wear, particularly in DownTown.  Nana and Effren claimed that armour got in the way, so it was only Prue that needed to hide her chainmail.

I had never had any romantic interest in Prue, or indeed any of the team, figuring that sort of thing would interfere with a functional and very lucrative dynamic.  Still, there was something very alluring about Prue wriggling out of her armour.  The way the rain made her undershift cling to her – I gave myself a mental kick.  That sort of distraction would get me killed.  None of the others would think of the possible dangers, so it was down to me to keep us safe.

As best I could, given the rain, I scanned our surroundings, including the rooftops, carefully keeping my gaze away from Prue.  She deserved a little privacy after all.
Satisfied that there we were in no immediate danger, I brought my attention back to the group.  Effren was gawping at Prue, looking as though he’d been hit by one of his own stunning spells.  The fool might as well have had his tongue hanging out.
I gave him a thump on his arm, perhaps a little harder than was strictly necessary and he jumped as his focus returned to his surroundings.  At least he looked embarrassed.  I was tempted to make a comment, but I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for Prue.  Either she hadn’t noticed or she wasn’t bothered so there was no point in making anything further of it.
I contented myself with raising an eyebrow and, for once, Effren had no response.