[ With the heat monitor dealt with, Heine turns to the safe. Artemis 38-2000. Tough, but he can deal with it. Heine presses his hear to the metal and gets to work.
Cracking a safe is like finding something that slots perfectly into something else: something sliding back into place, where it was always meant to be. Heine's eyes slide shut as he focuses on listening to every click, mouth pressed into a thin line until the hears the final, heavy clack, and the sound of bolts sliding out of the way. ]
Done.
[ He casts a look back at Joel to see if he's watching, then opens the door without further ado.
Where there should be an almost priceless work of art, there's... nothing. Just an empty spot on the wall. Heine stares forward for a long moment, unwilling to believe his eyes for a moment. ]
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Cracking a safe is like finding something that slots perfectly into something else: something sliding back into place, where it was always meant to be. Heine's eyes slide shut as he focuses on listening to every click, mouth pressed into a thin line until the hears the final, heavy clack, and the sound of bolts sliding out of the way. ]
Done.
[ He casts a look back at Joel to see if he's watching, then opens the door without further ado.
Where there should be an almost priceless work of art, there's... nothing. Just an empty spot on the wall. Heine stares forward for a long moment, unwilling to believe his eyes for a moment. ]