Even though the description of the "Zephyr Lady" made it sound like an everyday, family museum, it's actually a high class one where it's expensive to enter and formal dress is required. We opened the storage area underneath the RV to pull out a trunk. I then took out our suits and whistled.

"Jesus Christ, these are so wrinkly."

"It has been a while. Usually we just dress semi-nicely, but this time we need to wear these," Blake replied while taking his from my hands. We then put the trunk back in and went inside.

"Now what? It's tomorrow and we've done everything we need to," I asked while flopping onto the sofa.

"Nothing! We can just relax," Blake replied while plopping down next to we.

"What about the suits?"

"We'll iron them in the morning," He whipped out his laptop and started to play a MOBA game.

Jeez. How the hell is this guy one of the best robbers around?

The next morning we ironed our suits and went to go eat. Once we were done, it was nearing 1, so we just lazed around the RV until quarter to 5. We changed and then went on our way, using a car that we borrowed from a friend because the RV would be too bulky.

Once we got there, it was a madhouse. There were a suprising amount of upper crust that flocked to the museum to try to get a good view of the statue.

"How the fuck will we get in there," I muttered under my breath. We ended up waiting in line to get a ticket and then into another line just to look at it.

"Let's just go downstairs. If I remember correctly from the map, there should be a security room down there," Blake whispered into my ear. We both diverted from the path onto a staircase leading downstairs. Though there was art on display here too, the crowd down here was sparse due to everyone upstairs that wanted to look at the statue. I pulled Blake by the arm down a hallway and found the security room. We opened the door, but we didn't actually think it would open.

What the hell? Why is it open?

The sight inside answered that question quickly. There were incapacitated guards on the floor and the security footage was focused on the crowd upstairs. Someone else must be here too for the statue.

Blake pointed out something on the screen and I immediately understood. There was a hooded figure. Strewn about different screens were three other hooded figures. Those were the people that most likely knower out the guards that were now at our feet. We had to stop them in order to get the statue. But, was I feeling... giddy? I'm pretty sure that I hoped that she was among the hooded figures, but I'm not sure. But I still hoped.

We both ran out of the room and back upstairs. The crowd was a bit more condensed towards the statue, so it was easier to get closer, but there were more people to squeeze by. I knew that everyone I said "Excuse me" to was ticked off, but I don't care. I needed to find one of those figures. I caught a glimpse of some fabric on someone's head and when I touched their shoulder, an old lady turned around, revealing that she was wearing a cloche hat, not a hood.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else," I apologized quickly and the old lady turned back around, looking pissed.

I started my search again. I bobbed and wove through the crowd, until I saw a person right by the statue.

A hood!

This time I was confident when I poked their shoulder to get their attention. When they turned around, I wasn't even surprised, but I was still ecstatic.

"Hello there, Ash."