He almost felt a little bad. But it granted him the quiet he needed to continue working on the lockpick. In the still of the early morning hour, he could easily hear the inner mechanisms of the lock. He cursed slightly as he heard one of the tumblers give and fall back into place. Just a hair too much.

He started again. He was fairly certain it would be a cinch now. He knew what his fingers needed to do.

But in the quiet morning, he could also clearly hear the crunching steps of the first person headed in this direction down the adorning street. Instead of panicking, however, he trusted his partner to cover and meanwhile he doubled down on his endeavor, hurrying his movements as much as he possibly could.