"Man I hate waiting," Romeo whined as he rolled back and forth on the bed. He had been whining nonstop since they had checked into the inn. That had been hours ago and it was starting to grate on Banksy's last nerve. "Why can't we just do it now?"
Banksy threw Romeo an irritated look before returning to his collection of rings. Tonight crack was going to be hard; he had to be ready for anything. "Because if we go right now, the lab is going to be filled with the workers and the guards. At night it will just be a few guards doing the rounds.”
"Ah we could take 'em all," Romeo said, punching the air. "I've got magic now. I'm a mage!"
"Debatable." Banksy returned the rings to his necklace and tucked them back carefully under his shirt. "Just because you have magic doesn't qualify you to ca
