Re: IC: Scene One, Upper Staff Room
Eustacia rolled her eyes. Penis jokes. How very colonial. "So, if we case the joint first to be sure of what we are getting into, we can then do the actual burglary that night, or the evening after if we have to make specialised tools. We could get a similar safe, but that would prolong things a lot. But I doubt they would have a customised safe, they do not seem like the type. We'd need to hack their computers to give us an excuse to be there, walking around. We could be visiting interns, but I am thinking maybe we could be journalists, there to do an article on the wonderful Vague magazine, and how everyone should aspire to be like them. Trust me, ego flattery is simply the best opening of all time. So, if we can get put onto the diary of someone in PR or HR, we can waltz in and have a leisurely day wandering around, asking people questions, scoping the lay of the land. That should get all the info we need, and then you sneaky safe-cracking types can pop in, loot the place, and pop back out again. Make it look like you're after valuable fashion information, and they'll be so worked up over that they would not even think it was the quiz we were really after. I mean, who would rob them just for the questions? It's pretty far fetched!"
She toyed with her pen thoughtfully. "I wonder how much we could get for this winter's designs if we did sell them. I'm thinking Christmas, Malibu, beach party, not having to watch the Two Ronnies yet again..."
Eustacia had a tendency to get ahead of herself, and usually spent her money before she even had it.