In the last few months, Neal had occupied himself with none other than his favorite pastime, scheming. The Smithsonian seemed as ripe as any place to try and it had something more famous than the majority of previous cons he'd managed to pull off. Mozzie was thrilled to be far and away from the prying eyes of the FBI in New York but that didn't mean he was any more happy about being in the District near the center of all that is FBI and suit holy. He'd made Neal promise, after this con they were done. Done and out of the States for good.
So, with the aid of some very fabulous forgeries, Neal got himself a job with the museum. With the aid of his charm way with words, he'd even gotten himself a nice position on the gem and minerals preservation team. For months he'd absorbed information and, after 'work', would help Moz with efforts to properly case, map, and plan the heist. It was a bi-centennial celebration year for the Hope Diamond. This meant it was on all kinds of display, cleaned daily for visitors, and sure to be put in a
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Peter made his way into the Met, looking around with wide eyes. He wanted to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Thankfully, the FBI had helped the Met in the past, so he didn’t even have to flash a badge to get in. Asking for James, one of the ‘higher up’ on the staff, he shook James’ hand and met him with a smile. It had been a while since he had been to the Met. No, it was only because of work. Yes, he would love a pair of tickets for El and himself. After some small talk, it was time to get down to business
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That nausea he had when they'd announced the diamond was traveling to Manhattan was back, twenty fold. Neal was beyond talented at hiding, well, everything, but it was almost enough to make his head spin when Peter appeared beside him so suddenly. Glancing between 'Michael' and the new arrival, it was clear the rest of the team from the Smithsonian was waiting to hear his response.
Clearing his throat, and hoping the sweat trailing down his back was not also on his brow, Neal managed a coherent reply.
"This isn't just glass, it's a pure diamond created through thousands of years of compression and heat. It may be former dinosaurs though." There's a chuckle around the group that 'know' him. "And, the left really is best due to the hours the museum operates and the fact that the sun sets in the West but these windows face East."
Right. So hopefully that explanation was enough. Enough to make Peter go away, since apparently he wasn't prepared to arrest him just yet. Some part of Neal wondered if Peter was just stringing out the collar
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"See, that's why you're the art expert and I'm not." He laughed, looking back and forth between Neal and his 'team' that he was working with. He smiled, even going so far as to pat Neal on the back. No, he wasn't there to arrest him. Neal might have been good at hiding, but he saw that look in his eyes. That oh shit look that he had come to know and love. "I never would have thought to take the windows in consideration. When it comes to art, I'm such a doofus. I couldn't even tell you the difference between a Monet and a Degas." And there it was, the art dig. A little nod that only Neal would really get. A past Neal would never forget
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So, with the aid of some very fabulous forgeries, Neal got himself a job with the museum. With the aid of his charm way with words, he'd even gotten himself a nice position on the gem and minerals preservation team. For months he'd absorbed information and, after 'work', would help Moz with efforts to properly case, map, and plan the heist. It was a bi-centennial celebration year for the Hope Diamond. This meant it was on all kinds of display, cleaned daily for visitors, and sure to be put in a ( ... )
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Clearing his throat, and hoping the sweat trailing down his back was not also on his brow, Neal managed a coherent reply.
"This isn't just glass, it's a pure diamond created through thousands of years of compression and heat. It may be former dinosaurs though." There's a chuckle around the group that 'know' him. "And, the left really is best due to the hours the museum operates and the fact that the sun sets in the West but these windows face East."
Right. So hopefully that explanation was enough. Enough to make Peter go away, since apparently he wasn't prepared to arrest him just yet. Some part of Neal wondered if Peter was just stringing out the collar ( ... )
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