"Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd actually gotten a job in there."
Pierre pulled the door shut behind him and dusted off his hands.
"Get the map?"
Pierre shook his head, watching her expression carefully. "It wasn't in the library. Total bust."
Raven's confident posture crumbled. Her shoulders sagged in a rare, visible moment of defeat. Her eyes, usually so sharp, went flat. Empty.
"But I got these." He pulled the folded documents from his jacket. Blueprints and scattered papers, still warm from his body, unfolded in his hands. "Base schematics, guard rotations, personnel files—the works."
Raven's eyes widened as she examined the blueprints, her nimble fingers—the same ones that had picked countless pockets—traced the corridors and security checkpoints.
