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All she could do was to roll his eyes at him. “Luck isn’t a thing my dear friend. Luck is something people make up to keep their hopes up.” She wouldn’t really call herself mad either, well, maybe mad for tagging along with whatever bullshit he was dragging her into but she also had a tendency to get herself into this knowingly. She stretched her arms and turned to him, sitting herself down rather than crouching, as if she was waiting for him to think this through. “So, the plan? Or are we just rushing into this like there’s no tomorrow? Because I swear, if they aren’t keeping some secrets in that facility I will beat you up.”
Måns scoffed softly. “Ye of little faith. Luck is most certainly a thing.” Good planning and great skill was very important, yes, but he had gotten out of enough impossible situations thanks to luck to strongly believe in it.
He raised his binoculars to scan the area around the research facility a final time. The scientists in there had found something that was of interest to Tectus, and he’d volunteered to find out more. Not that he’d told Fawn that, all she’d been told was that he’d heard of this place that dealt with some supposed REALLY cool stuff and asked her to come along and check it out.
“I like to see you try”, he said with challenge in his voice. He knew she was a very skilled fighter, but he was both stronger and had hundreds of years of combat experience under his belt. He was pretty sure the odds were stacked in his favor. “The plan is to get past the guards and the security cameras without being detected, and then break in and see what the hell they are working on in there. We’ll snap some photos to document anything interesting, and then we’ll sneak back out. If we get caught, we’ll play the ‘two stupid teenagers too curious for their own good’-card.“ It was the main reason he brought Fawn with him in the first place. That, and because he enjoyed her company. He lowered the binoculars and opened a duffel bag to take out two paintball guns. He handed one to Fawn. "We’ll use these to take out the cameras. I trust that your aim is good.”
She pulled her chin in some when he challenged her, and of course she knew what she was up against, or at least thought. “The element of surprise, Måns. You’d never see it coming.” And in best case, she would have him looking over his shoulder for a while. But nothing of that was of interest at that point, in fact she had wondered why he had dragged her along, not knowing anything about what it actually was other than something cool. His plan and everything he had to said also sounded more like a crazy spy-movie than what she had expected. “IS this where your luck comes in? Do I look like I trained to be in Mission Impossible... or is this a Bond movie? Am I your Bond girl... because if so..” she raised her hand to give him the finger, taking the paintball gun he gave her. The realisation that he was being serious with this whole break in and take photos really itched the suspicion that something else was up but it never broke the surface.
“Okey so... am I getting this right? We are doing all these for photos? The hell you gonna do with those photos? Sell it to the media? Because if you are making money out of this... I want a piece of the cake.” She moved up to a crouched position again and began to make her way down the roof, landing on her feet softly before standing up straight. “Maybe we need some damn luck because this is really on the level of batshit crazy. And if we get arrested, I’m pinning this on you. Deal?”
