Stealth and Deception #5, Wednesday Morning,

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

After getting another handwaved e-mail to come to the Danger Shop, the students would have found if littered with doors. Lots and lots and lots of doors.

"Good morning class," Alfred said as they entered. "Breakfast and caffeine are over there. Get some, sit down, and we'll talk about infiltration. Now there are many types of alarms and many ways of keeping a person out of a door. But we who are exceptionally sneaky do not worry about such things as locks or alarms, do we?

"As I said before, the types of locks and alarms are limitless. And some of them require some very specialized knowledge and tools to break. Therefore, today we are only going to talk about one, the one with the most useful applications."

Alfred held up a rolled up black cloth and let it unroll, revealing a line of well kept tools.

"Today, class, we're going to talk about lockpicking."

So saying, he went into his lecture

After finishing, he took a sip of tea from a nearby cup and pointed to a table. "On that table are lockpicking sets. These aren't holographs, they're real lockpicking sets I obtained for you, and they are yours to keep.

He gestured to the doors behind him. "Have fun, class. I'll be here if you need any hands on assistance. And don't be afraid to ask."

He glanced down at his notes. "Oh, and will Miss Santos see me after class?"

_{[[The OCD, she is up, so have fun! I'll be absent for a good part of the day, so forgive me if I don't respond for a while.]]}

Comments

Re: Talk to Alfred

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "Please don't take that tact with me, Miss Santos. I have had enough people in my life try to get out of punishment by trying to sound like the victim. But if detention truely scares you that much, I believe another punishment can be found for you.'

Re: Talk to Alfred

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't cross her arms or narrow her eyes or put her hands on her hips or do anything else that might indicate she was frustrated and annoyed right now.

"Fine. Whatever you think is best, sir."

It couldn't be that hard to clean up Cafe Fina with a toothbrush, could it?

Re: Talk to Alfred

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred crossed his arms. "Have you ever worked as a waitress, Miss Santos?"

Re: Talk to Alfred

[nadiathesaint]

Oh hell.

"No, sir."

Re: Talk to Alfred

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"Welcome to the work force. Is there any particular day you'd like to work at Cafe Fina?"

Re: Talk to Alfred

[nadiathesaint]

Never?

"I have workshops in the afternoon tomorrow and Friday, sir."

Re: Talk to Alfred

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"Well then how does Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday suit you? You can take one of Walter's shifts."

Re: Talk to Alfred

[nadiathesaint]

Give her boyfriend a day off by working the shift for him. That was almost cruel. "Tuesday, then. I don't have any workshops on Tuesdays."

This sucked. And would require a bit of recon work. . . .

[ooc: and I've been released from my work prison, and am off to attempt to get my car fixed. talk to you later.]