"It appears they have a back window if its not barred that would be a good place for getting in." He had the plans laid out on what amounted for the table/desk in our small hotel room (we were sharing, I got the bed oddly enough Mordere prefered the floor, I'm sure for some weird assassin thing).
"Well good luck with that, hopefully you don't have to kill like everyone." I never agreed to be apart of this assassination, I don't know why he was laying out the plan like I had.
"You're coming with me."
"And why is that?"
"Because this person is magical, and while I have no problem killing magic users, he's a slippery bastard that has killed a couple other sin's we sent after him, I want a trump card." It was nice being refered to as a trump card, but I figure he also meant "I want a distraction that can be killed and yet let me survive."
"Ok in the case that back window thing is totally not going to work."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm not going in to some horrible basement dungeon through a small window, I've got standards."
"So you want to choose a more dangerous entry point because you don't want to get dirty?" He phrased it like I was being unreasonable.
"No I'd prefer one less likely to be a trap, basements are full of traps, and locked entries, front doors on the other hand decidedly less so."
"Do you have a key for the front door now?"
"I just might." I didn't really, but I did have a plan, sort of. Ok it was much of a plan as my usual no plan, which totally makes it a great plan. Bam Lorentino logic defeating your not so good logic person who might be reading this who isn't Nidget hopefully.
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