Benedict tuned out the words as he concentrated on picking the lock with what felt like a target on his back and limited time to finish. Just a few more seconds, just a little more to the--
The lock clicked open. It sounded like a gunshot to Benedict's ears but he told himself it was a quiet sound that no one would notice unless they were close. He hurriedly opened the box and looked inside, only taking a second to make sure he grabbed everything before closing the box and locking it back once more. He stuffed the contents into his pouch.
As he heard doubt creep into the stranger's voice, Benedict made his way out of the alleyway discreetly. When Ben went back to check on his partner--with or without the doubting stranger at his heels--there would be no sign of Benedict or his tampering with the lockbox.
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The lock clicked open. It sounded like a gunshot to Benedict's ears but he told himself it was a quiet sound that no one would notice unless they were close. He hurriedly opened the box and looked inside, only taking a second to make sure he grabbed everything before closing the box and locking it back once more. He stuffed the contents into his pouch.
As he heard doubt creep into the stranger's voice, Benedict made his way out of the alleyway discreetly. When Ben went back to check on his partner--with or without the doubting stranger at his heels--there would be no sign of Benedict or his tampering with the lockbox.