“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be like Ocean’s 11,” I said to Natalie.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“I’m not denying that. I’m saying it won’t be like that.” I cloudstepped down to the parking lot.
“Just . . . let him be Clooney, okay? I prefer Brad Pitt, anyway.” She gave me a sly look that hinted at the kind of way she preferred Brad Pitt.
“Oh, I’m all for that. But it ain’t going to work like that.”
Jack and Anna Maria arrived next with Jack striding straight towards the museum. We were far enough out that the cameras couldn’t spot us yet, or do more than register us as a blob.
Before we could get into that range, Jack fired a lightning bolt at the camera, blasting it into spare parts.
“That’s why. A heist has to be subtle. When has Jack Dailey ever been subtle?”
“Subtlety is for people that have no real style,” Jack said. “Watch this.”
He took three running steps, then jumped in the air, throwing a punch towards the doors. A shockwave of thunder pulsed through the air, tightly focused to shatter the normally bulletproof glass doors. Instantly the alarm sounded, and a metal security gate descended.
“Joaquin. . . .” Anna Maria trailed off, shaking her head.
I jerked my thumb at Jack. “Like I said, no subtlety.”
“Style!” Jack smirked.