“I don't see your name on it.”

Her jaw dropped. “Did you really just say-?!”

“Besides, Shins, you're one to talk about stealing a job out from under someone. Not after you swiped the d'Arras Tower job out from under Lisette.”

Widdershins swallowed the bitter medicine of an angry retort, and Olgun-despite the outrage and frustration he shared with his worshipper-couldn't help but chuckle.

“I hate to break it to you, oh master schemer,” she said instead, “but you didn't think this through. Yeah, Rittier should have a lot of coin on hand, but not enough to make the score worthwhile once you split it seven ways-let alone if you bring me in! The risk's not worth it! You-”

“Coin? Shins, who said anything about coin?”

A second time Widdershins's jaw hung loose-this time, she was sure, low enough that she'd probably have to pick soil out from between her lower teeth. “You can't be that stupid!” It was barely a whisper; perhaps a prayer.

But she knew, even as she spoke the words, that he could be. And it explained why he needed so many thieves for the task.

“The table settings, the art, the jewels…You have any idea what those'll bring, even on the street? Hell, Widdershins, you can have the coins if you want!”

She was just about squeaking now. “There's no way you can sneak out with that much loot without being spotted!”

“And who,” he asked, his hand dropping once more to his blade, “said anything about sneaking?”

It was a perfect cue, and sure enough, that last word was punctuated by the shattering of glass and a sudden scream from the manor.

“Come on!” Simon insisted, turning toward the commotion. “We're missing all the-”

He never got to explain what they were missing, because at that moment Widdershins hauled off and punched him as hard as she could in the jaw. It wasn't all that impressive a blow, really; young and slight, Widdershins tended to rely more on speed and stealth than on strength. But with Olgun adding a touch of divine “oomph,” it was more than enough to drop Squirrel like, well, a squirrel.