intel gathering | crew competish
In-house restorer-- of course. Because nothing could ever go right in his life on the first try; well. Ace had been having a bit of a shitty few weeks (including and post that stupid egg job, which-- that was something he was trying to forget about), so it only made sense he’d try to do something to soothe his ruined ego. And damn, did that last job teach him that his ego could (and probably would) one day be his downfall-- pride goeth before the... well. however that one goes.
Anyway, their plan was to send Katya (and/or Sabina) inside as restorers so they could get it out via the back-door, so to speak-- which, of course, was going to go so much smoother if there had been no in-house restorer. Now, Ace had to get his hands dirty-- hopefully, he’d only find some sick Styrian aunt the guy would have to visit immediately, not frame him for a car theft in Bavaria...
But, honestly, he was prepared for both.
Thus, Ace hacked his way through the Austrian databases, hoping to find information he could use on that guy-- a sick relative, a love for something that he could get him tickets to get him out of the country. Point was, he needed to be gone.
