The werewolf mask was suffocatingly hot, but a necessary (and not to mention fun) addition to her dark wardrobe. All the better to be incognito in case there were security measures or guards wandering around this area. If they got caught, they’d be in so much trouble. Despite that nagging anxiety, though, Maddie kept the mask in her hand and didn’t put it on until she heard quiet footsteps. The mask actually looked more like Chewbacca than a werewolf, but that was okay. Same difference, really.
With a subdued squeal of laughter, she straightened up from her hiding place and met Caitie over at Marchand’s door. There was an excited thrum in the air, a tingling in her fingertips that preceded an act of mischief. The adrenaline rush was why she did things like this. The thrill of the mystery. Will I get away with it? Will I get caught? It wasn’t quite on par with the fear-fueled-adrenaline she felt whenever she ventured out looting, but it was close.
Maddie swept one of her arms in an ushering gesture. “You do the honors. I’ll keep watch,” she said, stepping over to the end of the hall so that she could see if anybody was coming. “Nobody followed you, right? Or saw you?” Two months was an impressive time to go undetected in a place like this, but Caitie had eventually been caught. Maddie wanted to make damn sure they didn’t get caught tonight.
She reached up the brush some the hair from the mask out of the way of the eye holes so that she could see better. “So what d’ya think he’s got in there? Sculptures of, like, those French bread things? Baguettes or whatever they’re called? Ooh! If he’s got a beret, I’m totally stealing that. I always wanted a beret.”