WE DOING SOME SMOL TAGS BACK AND FORTH
Things haven't gone wrong. Not completely. Just a little wrong. The gravity of how wrong this heist is about to go hasn't fully hit Julia yet.
She entered the room with Loki's cell, and though the moment should have been more dramatic, there wasn't time to fully take him in yet. Julia was dressed in the drab coveralls of the security staff, enchanted glasses that made her face impossible to place (but not the rest of her), and a mop bucket which was enchanted to appear full of gray colored water, but really just hid contraband underneath.
Julia undressed in a hurry, nearly oblivious to the prisoner on the other side of a heavily fortified cell. Underneath the coveralls, she wore a suit and button up blouse; elegant, professional, practical. She quickly switched out the janitorial badge for that of an agent's. Ben was taking care of the anti-magical properties on the prison cell itself that kept Loki from using tricks to escape.
Julia's hand reached into the wheeled mop bucket and pulled out dry paper; a word as bond. She placed the magical contract against the clear wall of Loki's prison cell. It was then she noticed him. His dark hair seemed familiar, maybe something about his eyes. She buried the observation for later.
"I'm not letting you out unless you sign this."
The terms were written simply, but clearly. The hedgewitches would release Loki. They would not do anything to assist with his recapture or betray him during their escape. In return, Loki would murder, harm or betray the hedges upon his release. He could choose to escape with them or make his own way. He did, however, have to reveal everything he know about the goddess Idunn's location to Julia.
Despite the brave face, Julia felt like a mouse standing up to a very hungry cat.