Waiting patiently was easy at the hiding part. Though once they were out of the car, it was fast moving at that point. It was exciting too. Very exciting. This old man's house was as seccure as a small bank, almost. It was sort of ridiculous. Of course, Ethan understood. People wanted their valuables protected. Just Ethan wanted to...liberate these items from the people.
Once Leticia killed the security, Ethan had his key drill into the lock. With a couple turns, the lock was popped and Ethan was moving in. So far, they had only been moving for a minute and a half. Stepping carefully into the house Ethan could only look around amazed. Some of this shit was really nice. Ethan even whistled softly. "Shit. This dude got some good taste." Then his focus went foward towards the room they were going to. He stopped at the door way. He saw what they were going for.
A pair of old Confederate Rifles. Normal market price, Forty to Forty-five grand. Black Market, more than that. To Ethan, he only saw money signs.