mostdangerousbird: (030 tomorrow’s just another day)
mostdangerousbird ([personal profile] mostdangerousbird) wrote in [community profile] metalogs 2024-01-13 04:22 am (UTC)

[ He left?! The talk just doubled in size. Tim will spell it out on his book covers one letter at a time because he’s not going to listen. ]

I put up with so much.

[ He barely breathes it as he slides the pane free and gently sets it on the ground.

He’s inside ten seconds later without a sound. The room is bigger than he’d thought, with a combination of partitions that don’t meet the ceiling and thick steel beams that had read together as walls from the high window. Not great.

- taking them so long -

Rook creeps further into the darker parts of the room, away from the snippets of conversation until he can see where they’re echoing from.

- I don’t want them here longer -

- no trouble -


Three men in suits are gathered around a table, staring at whatever’s on its surface. Awful late for a campaign meeting. The fishing expedition suddenly has a more defined purpose: whatever’s so important to keep the pinstripes up late.

It’s winter. Pipes freeze all the time. If he can get to a waterpipe and bust it somewhere else on the floor, he can snap some high resolution photos and make for the truck outside while they’re dealing with a burst pipe. Less obvious than a smoke bomb.
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