threw his hands up. "Okay, fuck it. Make-up. I'll wear make-up! What the hell happened at the Musée, Chris!?"

Chris signed, which they knew to be his form of apology. "It's all a bit fuzzy, to be honest."

Duck took a sip of his beer and leaned back in the chair. "I've got time. Waiting on a burrito."

After a perplexed glance at Duck, Chris strummed his guitar, as if to open the tale. "Well, it wasn't a shit-show straight out of the gate. The climb down was tough but I made it relatively unscathed. After that, Rena was able to trigger the alarm somehow just as I took the door off of its hinges."

"I might have helped a bit there," Duck added, smiling wryly.

Chris paused to see if Duck would add some color. When D...

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