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One more for the road [Tagging Samus]
Oct. 7th, 2015 09:42 pmThe days of heisting roll by quickly for Amelia. After nine days of it, she and Samus have hit every last target laid out by Schön. The warehouse is stuffed of stolen goods from all over Verity's world. Everything from paintings and statues to priceless books and gems lay waiting to be sorted and categorized by the tall, thin man. All that remains is to tell him the job is done.
But as she sat at a celebratory breakfast with Samus the morning after finishing their final heist, Amelia finds herself restless. In all of the heists, she had yet to find an appropriate gift for Viatorus after her rather spectacular meltdown that caused her to lash out at him. She's not certain he'll even see her anymore, but she still feels the need to get him something. The question remained: what would a scholar want from a dying world?
Books. Lots of books. Or, perhaps, one very good one.
She sifts through the files Schön gave her once more, checking - yet again - that they've lifted everything he wanted. There's no doubt that she and Samus had procured everything, but her paranoid mind begs her to check once more before she goes to see her employer. As she shuffles them all into a single pile after completing her check, a pamphlet falls out - for a museum that wasn't on the list. She opens it up and skims through it quickly, her eyes lighting up when she nears the end.
"Hey Samus," she says, not looking up from the pamphlet, "how would you feel about one extra heist? Just for one item locked in a vault waiting to go on display?" Her eyes peer over the pamphlet, alight with mischief. "Because I've got an idea."
But as she sat at a celebratory breakfast with Samus the morning after finishing their final heist, Amelia finds herself restless. In all of the heists, she had yet to find an appropriate gift for Viatorus after her rather spectacular meltdown that caused her to lash out at him. She's not certain he'll even see her anymore, but she still feels the need to get him something. The question remained: what would a scholar want from a dying world?
Books. Lots of books. Or, perhaps, one very good one.
She sifts through the files Schön gave her once more, checking - yet again - that they've lifted everything he wanted. There's no doubt that she and Samus had procured everything, but her paranoid mind begs her to check once more before she goes to see her employer. As she shuffles them all into a single pile after completing her check, a pamphlet falls out - for a museum that wasn't on the list. She opens it up and skims through it quickly, her eyes lighting up when she nears the end.
"Hey Samus," she says, not looking up from the pamphlet, "how would you feel about one extra heist? Just for one item locked in a vault waiting to go on display?" Her eyes peer over the pamphlet, alight with mischief. "Because I've got an idea."
