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MARCH 2019 NIGHT BEFORE AUCTION, SICILY WITH @roheepr
Vacation entails the obvious only because it serves more than one purpose: soaking in the warm spring sun, coasting lazily along the Mediterranean, and plucking a rare diamond-encrusted Chopard right from the clutches of a Signor Pirelli.
By now, he wagers Rohee’s “things I’d rather be doing” list has grown tenfold in length, some of which she’d rattled off on their way here. It’s the usual, or what he calls the Lobster Phase (duration: five months and counting). Could be ordering lobster, watching a two-star Michelin chef bringing it to boil, devouring it whole, then ordering another in rinse-repeat fashion because for fuck’s sake, why are we here and not. Having. Lobster.
His response then and now remains unchanging: an easy grin and a shift in gears.
"Remember the flap.” The one they’d incised on the outside of the vault room two days ago, he means. With a second tug, Hyunsoo pulls the antique lock free from its bolt with a gloved hand. The Club hackers had cut the connection from the security cameras inside an hour ago, leaving them a wide enough window to take what they need and scram. That it’s a two-person mission alone speaks volumes; when it’s a watch they’re after, time most certainly isn’t going anywhere.
The innermost door of the vault swings open, and he takes a step back. The second she slides in, it’ll be a reversal of the undone—moving from the heart of the infrastructure out, resliding and resetting codes and vent grills as if a ghost has yet to dare take its chances here. “And watch out for beams.” Another grin. Thank god for baby powder, huh?
