#anywhere

And they give up? Oh, they're going to try the basement area ... maybe they can bpyass it's code

Zara follows after them, silent and shadowed.

They move down to the door, there's an electronic lock, a keyapd. They blow some kind of dust on it.

Nose-wrinkle.

"Working on the digits. I think it is 1471789... "

Someone used the date of the storming of the Bastille?

Eyeroll.

Of course they did.

Nerds.

A though, and 1122 is scurrying after Earl.

And finds him..as he's nearby! Oh he has closed. He's here

Earl frowns and moves towards her, veiled by his drawn sword

A hand reaches for his.

He takes it

and they are both sharing their veils "Should we set the alarm off? PRobably will happen if I gimmix in the wrong number"

"Aye... alas, but aye."

As they have almost pressed the code...Vali makes a gesture and mutters "The jig is up the news is out, they finally found me... the renegade who had it made turned in for a bounty.." And she knows to cover her ears as glamour flies and.. the alarms go off when the WRONG button is pressed

She grimaces, even with her hands over her ears.

And jokes about French fighting forces aside, the authories rush forward to almost go black ops!

Novem scuttles home!

That's when they learn everyone seems to have superpowers... the guards are better geared, but they fight like demons besides that and move with great rapidity

Eyebrow, and she kens the thieves.

No glamour

And the guards get just as strong and fast

and Earl pulls her back further

Eventually the guards win in a bloody display.

And footsteps.

"Master?" The guards turn. "I'm afraid we weren't able to take them alive."

"I'm not pleased," A young man says, almost as beautiful as a sidhe, but not.. no glamour.. a bit , only a bit, on the chilled side. his skin is pale. And Zara notices he does not breathe.

Eyebrow. A child of Lilith?

Just so.

And the figure motions "Carry the bodies up, send a cleaning crew. "

And they do. The Vampire does not turn away though.

Instead, he turns his eyes straight towards Zara and Earl, "So you are the ones who tripped the alarms. You have my gratitude, Wyld Ones."

Eyebrow.

Then... a bow. "I acknowledge the debt, Child of Blood and Night."

"A debt, mmm you know our kind better than we know yours. yes, a debt. How..remarkably un amazing you both look... yet your souls I cannot be mistaken"

"Do you know your preferred form of payment?" The figure asks

"A secret. One as old as you."

"Oh, those are very expensive. But I did offer. What would you know of? The nature of my kind which even we are not always sure of? The history of my clan? Who rules Paris's name? "

"Ah... the last, yes."

"François Villon" he says "And I serve him. "

"And... he protects the treasures here?"

"he has and does. We are monsters, Wyldling, as are you, so trust me when I say, if he had to have a hundred men put to death to protect one painting here... he would , if he were kind, write checks to their widows and orphans. "

A slow, slow eyebrow, steeped in irony.

The young man gives an elegant shrug

"If you fear for the protection of this place, fear not. Thanks to your alertness, we have closed that hole. "

"And know, I would not bring harm to the treasures here."

"I suspected as much or no amount of debt would spare you" He admits then looks at Earl, "Wait, do I know you?"

Earl affects a VERY rural accent "Shoot no sir... just wylding with muh gurl here"