Two brief scenes from the same story
“You do
realize that this scheme will likely end with some horrible death for the pair
of us?”
“Sshs,” she
hissed. “I’m trying to work.” She twitched the pick a little farther. “*it.”
The lock’s host of tumblers slammed down, snapping her pick.
Brack
shifted his weight uneasily. “How many picks is that now?” He fingered the
arrow he had already notched. “There’s something wrong ‘bout this place, Tana.
You know that well as I.”
She rolled
her shoulders and withdrew another pick from her belt. “Just shut up and keep a
watch,” she snapped. “I’ll worry ‘bout the lock.”
“Watch for
what?” he muttered, peering into the gloom of the moor.
“Don’t
care. If it moves, shoot it.” She teased the second tumbler into place.
“That I can do.”
“What are
we doing here, Tana? We’re thieves, not treasure hunters or adventurers. If
we’re wantin’ loot like this, we steal it after
another body has done the hard part. What was the boss thinking, sending us
out here? What’s so important?”
“He didn’t
share anything more with me than he did with you, and I didn’t ask.”
“Ehh, why
not? You’ve his ear, least more of it than the rest of us.”
“The only
reason I’ve even part of his ear is ‘cause I don’t yammer it deaf. Now, let’s
get on with it.”
“Fine,
fine. But you know he ain’t been right, not since Dorsa died, and definite not
since his, hem, ordeal.”
“Look, I
don’t know all that happened to him, but I do know that a body doesn’t go
through that and stay the same.”
“You’re
right, you’re right. No denyin’ that. But that doesn’t change the fact that
he’s been more than a little, well unsettling
recently. Makes a body worry.”
“Giran has
never been the sort to put folks at ease. And he’s still the boss. He’s earned
our loyalty, Brack.”
“Sure,
sure. But has he earned our questionless loyalty? Because I’d say this job
definitely warrants questions.”
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