@ofatheva ( kamala. )
noah would say he couldn’t believe his luck — except he absolutely could. the casino heist was child’s play, bringing to their vaults a grand total of one million dollars in gold ingots. what a hoarder that proprietor was. coming back from a mission and pouring a glass of scotch felt especially good after such a success.
but there was some explaining to do once he headed back to their hideout, between taking off his coat and getting himself a drink.
“ what good would magnets have done, really ? ” he posed, with caution. “ trust me, it wasn’t even that big an operation. ”
come to think of it, maybe her portals would’ve been useful transporting their loot efficiently out of the casino, whittling down their time. the idea that he’d been a fool to leave her out enters his mind quickly, but leaves soon enough too. kamala’s story didn’t stand on solid enough ground to involve her too deeply — if at all — in their business. even her knowing they were on an assignment was a liability. right ?
... right. he owed himself the drink now.
