“Because the client wants it before the next new moon, and we want his money, correct?”

The others nodded.

Coop handed large brown envelopes to Sally and Tintin. “These are copies of the layout of the Blackmoore Building. Take a look at them. Memorize them if you can. Getting inside looks pretty straightforward, and I’d like everyone to get out, too. Especially me.”

“Ditto that,” said Sally. “Except for the me part. I’m my me part.”

“Me, too. Me, that is,” Tintin said.

“Me—” Marty started.

“I get it,” Coop said. “Let’s focus.”

“How long do you think the job will take?” said Tintin.

“In and out should be less than thirty minutes, but there’s some dead time between when we go in and when we do the job.”

Tintin leaned his enormous elbows on the table. “What kind of dead time?”

“Well, there’s a distraction to keep the heat off us,” said Morty.

“What kind of distraction?” said Sally.

“The loud kind. There’ll be alarms going off somewhere else,” said Coop. “Once Morty gets us through the door, we’ll head up the service stairway on foot.”

“How far up?” Sally sipped her martini, made a face, and pushed it away. “How can you fuck up a martini?”

“Bad gin,” said Tintin. “You ever taste the stuff that comes with a plastic top? Forget it. It’s like sucking on a G.I. Joe.”

Morty raised his eyebrows. “You suck on G.I. Joes a lot?”

“When I was a kid,” said Tintin. “They didn’t make pacifiers big enough for me, so mom got used action figures at Goodwill for me to gnaw on.”

“Used ones? That’s gross,” said Sally. “Who knows what kind of germs they had?”

“Looking back, I’d have preferred new ones.”

“It looks like the germs didn’t stunt your growth, so you’re probably fine,” said Coop. “Can we get back to the job?”

“Sorry,” said Tintin.

“Like I said, once we’re inside, we’ll go up on foot to the ninth floor. We can’t use the elevators. When the distraction happens, security might lock them down.”

“Or use the elevators themselves,” said Sally.

“That would be good for us. We can cut the electrical system and lock them inside.”

“How?”

“We’ll have Jiminys with us.”

“They’ll gobble up everything electrical,” said Morty.

“I know. And everything else,” Sally said.

Tintin held up his hands, palms out. “As long as someone else carries them and you keep them clear of me. Those things make my skin crawl.”

Sally made a face like she’d just tried to gargle with kimchi. “Me, too. I know they’re little and all, but they remind me of those giant bug movies I watched with my dad. The Beginning of the End. Black Scorpion.”

“Earth vs. The Spider,” said Tintin.

“Mothra,” said Morty.