>>5213038Your minty breath warms the inside of your mask and stings your eyes as you survey your target from inside a burnt-out van. Your name is <span class="mu-b">MITZI MULDOON</span>--not that you had any trouble remembering, and all circumstances aside, it's nice to get a chance to stretch your legs a little bit. While roaming with Stan's pack has been fun and downright therapeutic at times compared to your desk job, it's hard to work your magic when tromping around like a herd of drunken elephants all the time.
<span class="mu-g">THE GALLERY</span> sticks out of the street like an exceptionally sore, metallic thumb--so much so that you can't help but be a little impressed. If the sun caught the right angle on this thing, it'd probably fry half the block! Taking a moment to smile at that particular mental image, you refocus yourself when you spot Stanley approaching the monument to bad design as if she was about to knock on the front door and sell the tenants cookies.
That's her, alright.
You let your vision linger on her for a moment before returning to business--she picked you to take care of it, after all! Surveying the building with a <span class="mu-g">PAIR OF 'NOCS</span> you had in your kit, you quickly take note of any possible entrances... and complications.
No guards. Outside, at least. The few windows <span class="mu-g">THE GALLERY</span> has are boarded up on the outside--that oughta' make getting in a little easier. You pause. Odd that Stan would choose you for this kind of thing--She usually goes for her BFF Syb and Talbot, whatever the hell's going on <span class="mu-i">there</span>... After that tends to be Artie and Eddie, the poor guy. Not that you've been keeping track, or anything.
There's a loading dock around the back--a few trailers too. Not great, you sigh, but not terrible either--at least you'll have a little cover on the way in. Upon closer inspection you notice a fresh padlock hanging loosely on a chain around the handle of a heavy fire door--sheesh, <span class="mu-i">DURALOCK?</span> Sloppy, you think, unless someone WANTS intruders...
You probably told her you were sneaky in passing, you reason as you bring your binoculars towards the front. That or she noticed you working your magic earlier. You smile. Damn right she notices you. Still, though, you think as you watch the girl in question scale the steps leading to the front entrance, how'd she know you did so well in the COVERT stuff in training?
Christ, you only tried so hard because the top scorer got <span class="mu-i">DONUTS--</span> Whodathunk all that practice avoiding work would finally pay off?
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