Squaring my shoulders, I slink around bar-height tables draped in yellow cloth printed with Warhol’s magenta cows, my confidence mounting that my disguise has carried me this far, until I come to a stop in front of Tyson. Fooling him is the least of my worries. He’s accepted my face as Willa’s from day one, otherwise only knowing her from her Network feed. Nobody expects people to look as flawless as their feeds in unfiltered real life.

He turns his focus to me, slowly registering recognition. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Really?” I tip my head to the side. “I’m right here.”

“It’s no wonder I couldn’t find you.” His eyes graze the length of my low-cut, asymmetrical dress. The longer half of the gown covers my tool garter, while the shorter half exposes plenty of leg.

“I barely recognize you without your hat and glasses,” he says, his accent charmingly British. He smiles as he takes me in. “You look amazing.”

He moved here from England and has dreams of catapulting to Influencer status through the work-study program at the Warhol. I don’t have the heart to tell him “good luck with that” even though I know the chances of anyone ascending from Maker to Influencer status are about as likely as winning a free trip to the moon. And it’s a bummer I kind of like him, because I’m only using him for his security access. But Keystone code. No falling for the target.

“Did you think I was on the ceiling?” I playfully squeeze his arm. “I feel like I could have done jumping jacks in front of you and you wouldn’t have noticed.”

“In those heels?” He eyes my strappy black boots.

“You’d be surprised what I can get away with in these heels.” I wink.

“Not much, I don’t think. I see everything.” He taps the corner of his eye with his right middle finger and the cuff of his sleeve lowers, revealing the blue bracelet I need to get my hands on if I want my plan to work. It will grant me access to the archives that house the Time Capsules which have a code that changes every day, so I had to wait until tonight to steal it.

“I was searching the security cameras for you.” He purses his lips.

I raise my eyebrows. “You have AMP security access? I thought you weren’t going to work tonight.” I jut out my lower lip in a pretend pout.

“Don’t worry. I’m technically on duty, but nobody here is a threat. I’m all yours. It’s just weird I couldn’t find you on the security screens.”

“Maybe because I was in the Underground bathroom? There aren’t cameras in there.” I shrug and change the subject. “Is it just me or is it really hot in here?”