Las Vegas
"And TIME." Zach calls out as the last lock comes undone. He shrugs the myriad of chains and padlocks off himself, whistling for a stage-hand to lower the rope he'd been suspended from.
"Twelve-point-two. Good work boss."
"Not good enough. Scott Free would have had it in eight." Zach mutters as he runs a hand through his hair after righting himself.
Bruno tilts his head. "You okay boss? You seem distracted." He grimaces. "Magic stuff?"
"Yeah....I--" He cuts off abruptly. Something's coming. It doesn't set off a full scale alert, but it's definitely something to take precautions about. "Everyone, take twenty. If I don't call you back, enjoy a night off and I'll see you tomorrow. LEAVE."
Bruno, being seasoned help for Zachary by now, ushers out the less experienced workers, assuring them it's just part of the quirks of working for a Zatara.
Zach magically locks the doors once the civilians have gone, before conjuring up the appropriate reception, now that he's pegged one of the incoming. He smirks.
"Eblat, sriahc, aet dna senocs." He seats himself once the arrangement appears, steeped and piping hot. He props up his head on one arm, smirking.
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