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Previously

Mother Superior shouldered the two packs, the Contingency Pack for Rain (CPR) weighing a bit lighter on her left shoulder than the complex pulley system that the other housed. She followed stone stealthily towards the grand facade of the Museum, but veered off to an abandoned building on the left as the got closer. They would have to go from this rooftop to the museum, the pressure sensors on the museum's perimeter fence were unsurmountable. Opening her right pack, she removed one of the coils of 850-pound-test paracord, black in color. She threaded four ratcheting clips onto the 1/8th-inch-thick, braided nylon. Each clip had a loop attached to it. She knotted that end in an eight, and attached a heavy, folding, four-hooked grapple to the other end. One of the hooks was longer than the other four, and as it sailed through the air, it looked very much like a cross. It caught snugly. Stone and Mother Superior tied the four bags to the end on the ground, grabbed hold two clips each, set themselves perpendicular to the abandoned building in question, and walked up the side.
Once at the top, they pulled up the cord, with the four bags attached. Mother Superior removed a crossbow from the bag of rope and rope-related items, and threaded a tethered bolt onto the weapon. She took careful aim, and shot it into the protruding top of the elevator shaft, just right of the massive skylight that was their ultimate target. The bolt caught, Stone sent each of the bags over, sliding them down the slight decline by their handles, which he threaded the paracord through. Then Mother Superior tied the rope to a post on the rooftop, and the two zip-lined across to the Museum Roof.
Below their fast-moving bodies, a Guard looked up to curse the rain, just as they disappeared over the ledge. The black rope was invisible on this cloudy and rainy night. He finished his cursing of the weather gods and returned to his rounds, never suspecting that anything was wrong.

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With the camera safely receiving repeating reels of rainy rooftop, Mother Superior set to work, she took the tent out of the CPR, and begin to erect it over the Skylight. Because of the pressure-sensors in the floor below it was most important that the area above the skylight, as well as the two intruders were entirely dry.

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As Stone cut through the glass skylight, Mother Superior changed into her own outfit: a black spandex full-body suit complete with balaclava. She had a belt with several tools snugly attached, a bottle of perfume spray, a bottle of chloroform, along with an applying rag, a pouch of diamond, laser-refracting lenses, a smoke grenade, varying pairs of pliers and the like surrounded her slim waistline. She set up the pulley system as Stone finished taking the pane out of the skylight. She removed the tied a length of chord to it so that it would not hit the pressure-sensitive circle directly below the skylight, pulled the pin and dropped it. It hung high, and, as the smoke flowed out of the small ball, the laser grid was illuminated bright as day. It was time to lower in. Mother Superior clipped her harness onto the pulley rope, and awaited lowering.

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Mother Superior tugged twice to stop Stone from lowering her any further. Then she began to swing. Towards the wall there was a soft spot where the lasers didn't bother, she aimed for that, unclipped the harness, and dropped silently to all fours. Then she had to weave in and out of the crossing beams in order to place a diamond, refracting lens over each of the lasers. So she slid, wiggled, bent, and contortioned her way about the chamber. As she barely squeezed past the insubstantial lines, she thanked God almighty for those yoga lessons of her youth, and for reruns of Entrapment every Saturday night on FX.

Stone didn't say anything about the dead guy. He wanted to, but this mission required total silence. It's not that Stone had issues with murder. It's just that this particular crime was very important to him and any deviations from the plan made him uneasy. He didn't dwell on in for too long because had Stone been the one to kill the guard, he would have done it very loudly.

He redirected his attention to his duffel bag. In it, he found an anchor, which he fastened to the wall and threaded with the rope. He then ran the rope through his harness and approached the pressure sensitive floor. H e picked up his glasscutter again. Mother Superior held the rope as he leaned over the floor with his feet safely planted on the tile. With two free hands, Stone began to cut the glass case surrounding the urn of Wong Fei Hung.

It was getting warm. The glass cutting was taking a little longer than he wanted to. Stone's brow began to moisten. As he cut degree after degree of glass, the sweat on his forehead beaded.

Stone felt himself being pulled away from the glass case. He stretched to remain in contact of his tools. That's when he noticed a bead of sweat hanging from the tip of his nose. He stuck his tongue out, hoping that if it fell, he could catch it, as foul as it may taste.