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According to the map, the vault was located under the casino, in the sub basement. That made sense. That was probably the most secure location they could manage with a setup like this.
Now all you had to do was break in there without rousing too much suspicion beforehand. The point of this whole thing was to get caught in the act, but if you wanted them to chase after you, you would have to escape with something that they <span class="mu-i">really</span> wanted.
You and Felicia hastily thanked the alien archivists and headed back down to the casino. But if those blueprints were anything to go by, you probably had another security checkpoint to get past before you’d be allowed into the vault. And in order to accomplish that, you’d need a higher clearance level.
The targets that Gloria chose for this operation weren’t the cream of the crop, but they were low-ranking enough that most people wouldn’t give them a second glance, or really expect them to carry out any weighty responsibilities during your time here. But that also meant that you’d have to improvise in situations such as these.
<span class="mu-r">“Wall-Crawler to Red Claw. Wall-Crawler to Red Claw. Do you read?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Those are some spectacularly shitty codenames, amigo.”</span> Araña shot back over the radio. <span class="mu-r">“You’re just lucky this channel’s encrypted. That Prowler guy does nice work.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“It’s the reason we keep him around.”</span> Felicia said with what you assumed was a sly grin. The facial expressions of these Grays were a little stiff, so you had trouble telling sometimes.
<span class="mu-r">“I don’t see you guys coming up with cool code names.”</span> you muttered indignantly.
<span class="mu-r">“That’s because we already have code names.”</span> Araña argued. <span class="mu-r">“Do you really think this is my real name?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“The whole point of these disguises is to make sure that we don’t have alien gangsters breathing down our necks after this.”</span> you countered.
<span class="mu-r">“I thought that’s what the masks were for.”</span> Araña wondered aloud. <span class="mu-r">“Admit it. You only pick out code names and wear masks because you think they’re cool.”</span>
Some part of you actually wished that Prowler was here. He would’ve dragged the conversation back on topic ages ago. Without him, it was just sort of an endless cycle of snark and banter.
Black Cat shrugged. <span class="mu-b">“Eh, sort of. But that’s besides the point. We need a new invitation for that sub elevator. Think you can snag us a few backstage passes?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I’ll see what I can do. Go mix it up in the casino until I’m ready for you.”</span>
With that, you and Cat switched back to your human disguises and returned to the ground floor. There were tons of activities to engage in, but you mostly kept to the slots to minimize your losses, as well as to avoid any unnecessary conversations with nearby sentients. Some would chat you up every now and again, but most of them kept to themselves.
After about 20 minutes, Araña called you back, sounding a bit out of breath.
(Cont.)
