She knew naturally that they’d have to talk about the plan but Megan had half hoped it would be after dinner. If the woman wasn’t interested, and she left before the check came then Megan really had no true means of paying.
She lowered her voice, leaning across the table. “My power, such as it is, is mimicry. I can copy voices exactly and finger prints. This has in the past proved rather useful in breaking into bank vaults but right now I’m after something bigger, something more impressive. But I now I want something with a bigger price tag. Alexander Moretti has a couple of blueprints that would fetch a pretty penny on the black market. I can get past his security but I need someone, or a few someone’s to take out guards.”