“I’m
telling you, it’s not going to be like Ocean’s
11,” I said to Natalie.
“Come on,
it’ll be fun.”
“I’m not
denying that. I’m saying it won’t be like that.” I cloudstepped down to the
parking lot.
“Why not?”
“Just . . .
let him be Clooney, okay? I prefer Brad Pitt, anyway.” She gave me a sly look
that hinted at the kind of way she preferred Brad Pitt.
“Oh, I’m
all for that. But it ain’t going to work like that.”
Jack and
Anna Maria arrived next with Jack striding straight towards the museum. We were
far enough out that the cameras couldn’t spot us yet, or do more than register
us as a blob.
Before we
could get into that range, Jack fired a lightning bolt at the camera, blasting
it into spare parts.
“That’s
why. A heist has to be subtle. When has Jack Dailey ever been subtle?”
“Subtlety
is for people that have no real style,” Jack said. “Watch this.”
He took
three running steps, then jumped in the air, throwing a punch towards the
doors. A shockwave of thunder pulsed through the air, tightly focused to
shatter the normally bulletproof glass doors. Instantly the alarm sounded, and
a metal security gate descended.
“Joaquin. .
. .” Anna Maria trailed off, shaking her head.
I jerked my
thumb at Jack. “Like I said, no subtlety.”
“Style!”
Jack smirked.