I sighed as I looked out the window, eyes searching in vain for any sign of a change. From one side of the square, one road draped in clotheslines lined with houses that didn't quite meet up, past the night club with its giant peacock sign, to the other side with one road trailing off into the distance.
Bentley said that this was a necessary part of the plan, but visible progress as of now was toping out at a whopping zero. I blew the fur out of my eyes, and drummed my fingers on the dashboard.
" Hey Bentley, why are you bombing those support beams again?"
"Need to… destabilize the mirror ball… the resulting crash… should shake the peacock sign loose from its moorings. Look I've got to keep moving keep safe!" he replied in the fast, halting way achieved only by the combination of Bentley and any job not located behind a computer.
Suddenly, there was a small tremor. Too small to be detected normally, and I, a master thief, barley noticed it. From a crackling binocucom I heard "one down."
Over the next few minutes I (barely) felt two more, each one punctuated by an update from Bentley.
An ominous silence followed. I leaned back, cap over my eyes, feet on the dash, expecting another tremor. This expectation was met and exceeded.
There was the expected tremor, followed by an eerie creaking. Then there was an explosion so loud and unexpected, it sent Murruy and I sprawling to the floor, causing the van to get a quite surprising suspension test.
As we struggled back to our seats, there was a strange clinking sound, like metal on stone. Suddenly I realized what it was.
"Wow you weren't kidding," I said as I snatched up the binocucom " we felt that all the way in the van! Half the peacocks bolts popped off on impact! Good job!