Crate chat

- Do you have night vision or what?

- I have X-ray vision. Your skeleton looks really funny.

- That's freaky! ... And useless, unless tracking my movement is all you care about!

- Kidding, kidding. Can't take a joke, Arthur?

- Who knows what you're capable of...

- Not even myself, yeah. So, are you afraid of the dark or something?

- No, I'm only a bit worried about getting out of this situation. Before midnight, preferably. We have a flight home and there's an economics test tomorrow.

- Oh God, I keep forgetting you two are still students... Hope you aren't using our heists as an excuse to weasel out of your lectures!

- We study on the plane if we miss something important.

- That's a good boy.

- Angel, please stop being so condescending!

- Sorry. Anyway, you were worried?

- I mean, I don't doubt you'd be out in a flash some way or another, but I might be in a bit of a pinch there.

- Yeah, it's about an hour before midnight and you might have trouble catching a cab here... Well, I would be a bad angel if I left you here all alone.

- You are literally a thief.

- I'm stealing for good.

- That's not a thing.

- It is, - Angel pouted, - It just takes a very specific set of personalities, skills and resources. By the way, you might want to close your ears.

- What?

- Three-

Sir Arthur hastily did as he was told, sitting down for good measure.

A loud crash, and the top of the crate they were trapped in got a giant hole in it. The young detective, finally able to see via moonlight, watched a vaguely humanoid figure on the edge of the hole fold away into a couple of floating chairs.

- I'll get you to the airport if you promise not to try to catch me on the way, - Angel winked.

- An offer I can't refuse, isn't it?