Jack sat cross-legged near the fire, his helmet resting beside him as he stared into the flames.
S lounged against Fluffy a few feet away, peeling a tangerine with his usual meticulous care.
"I've been thinking," Jack said, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Always a dangerous sign," S replied, popping a segment of tangerine into his mouth. "What brilliant scheme has your mind concocted this time?"
Jack's yellow eyes remained fixed on the fire. "The vaults are too well-defended for a direct assault. Even if I could break through the barriers and kill the guards, more would show up."
"Agreed. Which is why attacking the vaults directly would be suicide."
"So I'm not going to attack them directly." Jack turned to look at S, and there was something in his expression that made the contract demon pause mid-peel. "I'm going to walk in the front door."
S's red eyes studied Jack's face for a long moment. Then he laughed, the sound rich with genuine amusement.
