A grin spread across Nali's masked face, and then he reached into his belt and pulled out a long, gray, slender lockpick. He immediately inserted it into the first keyhole and began to fiddle around inside, his tongue sticking out of his mouth a little. He was like a big, red-clothed child playing with his favorite toy, giddy and carefree.
'Right, and while you're busy with that, I'll just get out of here and turn a couple more Black Arm members into pincushions...' Sevan thought, and he began to tiptoe away from Nali, but without turning his attention away from the lock, he said,
"Where are you going?" Sevan jumped and exclaimed,
"Oh, come on! Can't I leave? You're sort of keeping watch over this room, and I am *itching* to get back out into the action!"
"Sure, but you're really spoiling our fun when you kill them. I mean, it's fun to loot from high-end outposts such as this, but it's twice as fun when you have your rival gang in the same complex trying to beat you to the treasure. You can sort of understand, right?" Nali was still working on the lock, never taking his eyes off of it. Wrinkles appeared in his forehead, and his eyes narrowed. He seemed to be on the verge of opening the first lock.
"Pa*uet is probably roasting some Black Arm member right now. Is it okay for *him* to kill them, but not me? I mean, Straven even made him leader for the mission! Wouldn't that be the greatest destruction of honor, for the very *leader* to be breaking the rules?"
"Technically Pa*uet is not really the leader of the gang. The rules only extend to whoever is in the gang and-- anyways, why do you care? So we *may* have broken the rules by bringing you all in. The Black Arms probably got here by some tricky way, because it takes *days* to get here from Varrock. Just live with it, Sevan... got it! One lock down, five to go!" a click was heard from the safe.
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