"Zena!" I hissed, peering around the corner at a small girl fiddling with a safe's lock. "Someone's going to come in here before you can get that thing opened." The girl laughed easily, her thick Spanish accent cutting across her words. "Relájate, Jane. We're not going to get caught." She fidgeted with the lock for another moment before a soft click could be heard.
"Finally. The new hardware is unnecessarily complicated." She stood back, removing her gloves as I rushed into the room and began sifting through the safe's contents.
"This is exactly why it's unnecessarily complicated. Because people like you will try to get into it." Zena raised a dark eyebrow. "Don't you mean us?" I snorted darkly. "Same difference. And I thought I told you to stop calling me Jane." I lifted my gaze to her, letting a growl creep into my voice. Zena laughed again. "And I thought I told you it was too good to pass up. It's not my fault your parents named you Jaynho