[ not interested. ah well, it would have been funny to watch, at least. she keeps pace with him, though she does pause to deposit the dishes. and they spend the rest of the evening pouring over maps, trying to determine the best entry point. inej manages to change kaz's mind on at least two points of the plan, which she feels some sense of achievement over.
the heist itself is pulled off, as kaz predicts, in two days. it goes off relatively without a hitch, inej stealing over the bodies of sleeping dogs to ensure the pathway to the vault where the painting is being held is safe. the guards are easy to distract, a carefully dropped rock off the rooftops, and silently knocking one unconscious who is a bit too smart to fall for such a simple trick.
inej never really likes to kill unnecessarily. besides, it's better the guard lives to tell the tale.
picking the locks takes a hair longer than inej would have liked, but kaz (as always) gets in. and before she really knows it, kaz has the painting (sans frame, which they leave for posterity) rolled up underneath his arm, and they go their respective ways. inej takes to the rooftops, to make sure the way is clear, and kaz out a window, to head back to the slat.
soon, though, she drops down into the safe house that they have designated as their rendezvous point, an empty shuttered restaurant a few blocks away from the crow club. dingy and abandoned, perfect for laying low while the watch tear apart the barrel, until they can get home safe. and once she's slipped into the window, she says, a bit breathless: ]
They've got no idea.
[ as easy as picking a pocket of a tourist fresh off the boat in the harbor. ]
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the heist itself is pulled off, as kaz predicts, in two days. it goes off relatively without a hitch, inej stealing over the bodies of sleeping dogs to ensure the pathway to the vault where the painting is being held is safe. the guards are easy to distract, a carefully dropped rock off the rooftops, and silently knocking one unconscious who is a bit too smart to fall for such a simple trick.
inej never really likes to kill unnecessarily. besides, it's better the guard lives to tell the tale.
picking the locks takes a hair longer than inej would have liked, but kaz (as always) gets in. and before she really knows it, kaz has the painting (sans frame, which they leave for posterity) rolled up underneath his arm, and they go their respective ways. inej takes to the rooftops, to make sure the way is clear, and kaz out a window, to head back to the slat.
soon, though, she drops down into the safe house that they have designated as their rendezvous point, an empty shuttered restaurant a few blocks away from the crow club. dingy and abandoned, perfect for laying low while the watch tear apart the barrel, until they can get home safe. and once she's slipped into the window, she says, a bit breathless: ]
They've got no idea.
[ as easy as picking a pocket of a tourist fresh off the boat in the harbor. ]