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It was a very interesting afternoon.
Hardison supposed that it could have been worse. He could have been handcuffed to a bed in a hospital with Spencer chained up beside him instead of that cute little blonde who was on the job. Parker, her name was. And hell, was she crazy as all get-out; but she was cute, and she was very good. The number of thieves that could make a lift like she did, without so much as wrinkling a jacket, was precious few.
But then, she was a Mistborn. Maybe it was just some kind of magic Allomancy thing, one of the ones that Hardison himself would never understand. Copper was practically useless for stealing unless you had a team.
“Hey, guys, we are on a time limit here, you know,” Nate called through the grate.
“Hey, I’m workin’ as fast as I can, dammit! Have a little patience. Gosh, what does a brother need to do to get a little peace and quiet around this place?”
“Just get it done. And keep your Copper on, you never know who might be listening.”