[ They solidify the plan, with Inej pointing out two very specific details he'd glossed over. It becomes...not an argument, but definitely a heated discussion. One she ultimately wins out on, her acrobat logic taking precedence. He is a little irritated by it, but ultimately, it ends up panning out.
Because two days go by, a dog whistle is acquired, and it's the two of them sneaking onto the Van Eck grounds in the middle of the night. Much of the estate is surrounded by grass and curated gardens, so he doesn't have to worry about hobbling along without his cane for a large portion. Inej makes her way in over the rooftop, as usual. He has to make do with carefully prying up a window. After the initial break in, it goes as smooth as butter. The dogs follow the whistle commands without a peep and Inej materializes soon after, footsteps soundless as she meets him at the vault. The lock is a complicated one, the pins on the inside so new they stick a bit, rather than sliding out of place on ones that see more use. So it's an uncomfortable delay, one that he ultimately triumphs over. The painting is slid from its frame and into a carrying tube he'd gotten just for this—couldn't have something so pricey ending up with water damage or something so inane.
Everything is locked back in place, the window shut how he'd seen it when he first came in, and Inej disappears back to the roof.
The guards she had taken care of eventually come to and raise the alarm, but not without the two of them having made significant headway back into the Staves. Kaz navigates the twisting alleys with practiced ease, knowing Inej is somewhere in the vicinity, just on her own path.
He posts up near a boarded window at their rendezvous point—it has a narrow slit between boards to look through. All the better to see the hurried lanterns of the stadwatch as they look for someone they won't ever catch. ]
Absolutely none. Not that it's hard to pull one over on. They can be an exceptionally stupid hive of bees.
[ Following one stream of thought in neat and orderly lines. That's always been the watch's problem.
Still, there's a grin in his voice as he turns to look over at her, the barest of light limning her outline. ]
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Because two days go by, a dog whistle is acquired, and it's the two of them sneaking onto the Van Eck grounds in the middle of the night. Much of the estate is surrounded by grass and curated gardens, so he doesn't have to worry about hobbling along without his cane for a large portion. Inej makes her way in over the rooftop, as usual. He has to make do with carefully prying up a window. After the initial break in, it goes as smooth as butter. The dogs follow the whistle commands without a peep and Inej materializes soon after, footsteps soundless as she meets him at the vault. The lock is a complicated one, the pins on the inside so new they stick a bit, rather than sliding out of place on ones that see more use. So it's an uncomfortable delay, one that he ultimately triumphs over. The painting is slid from its frame and into a carrying tube he'd gotten just for this—couldn't have something so pricey ending up with water damage or something so inane.
Everything is locked back in place, the window shut how he'd seen it when he first came in, and Inej disappears back to the roof.
The guards she had taken care of eventually come to and raise the alarm, but not without the two of them having made significant headway back into the Staves. Kaz navigates the twisting alleys with practiced ease, knowing Inej is somewhere in the vicinity, just on her own path.
He posts up near a boarded window at their rendezvous point—it has a narrow slit between boards to look through. All the better to see the hurried lanterns of the stadwatch as they look for someone they won't ever catch. ]
Absolutely none. Not that it's hard to pull one over on. They can be an exceptionally stupid hive of bees.
[ Following one stream of thought in neat and orderly lines. That's always been the watch's problem.
Still, there's a grin in his voice as he turns to look over at her, the barest of light limning her outline. ]
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