Adetokunbo, better known as Addy in the interest of avoiding creative mispronunciations, lowered herself down the rope with the grace of a professional acrobat.
An acrobat dressed in a skin-tight, face-concealing outfit of midnight blue, with an audience of priceless artefacts rather than people, and an atmosphere of dead silence, but an acrobat nonetheless. Beneath the scarf that concealed her features, Addy smiled; she would have to mention the comparison to Jaci and Maiara when this was over. If Addy timed it right, she might even win a burst of Jaci's all-too-rare unbridled laughter.
The smile dropped. Blast, whoever designed this place knew what they were doing; the artifact she sought was inches too low for her rope to reach. Just enough to deter most thieves, without being noticed by anyone casing the museum.
But Addy was not most thieves, and the acrobat comparison had not been inaccurate. Wrapping one leg securely around the rope, and extending the other for balance, Addy lowered herself until she hung upside down. The position meant that she would need to work faster, if she wanted to get back out before the blood-rush made her pass out, but she could do it.
Jaci had already turned off the laser grid, and fixed the security camera on a loop. Addy ran a diamond-edged cutter along the seam, sliding the top of the case off just enough to reach inside and pull out the amulet. She replaced it again, and twisted herself back upright, closing her eyes against a brief spate of dizziness, and quickly climbing back up. A quick text to Jaci, and Addy was climbing down roofs and leaping through the trees that lined the walkway to the museum.
Even among security guards, people rarely looked up, but Addy didn't care. It made her job that much easier. The reverse side of the scarf that concealed Addy's face was a brightly-coloured shawl, and she made sure to switch between the two functions before passing any security cameras. She waited very obviously outside the museum before Jaci picked her up in a nondescript Uber car, a pattern they had established over a few weeks.
Driving at exactly the speed limit, like any other car that wanted to get home after a long shift, the two women exchanged conspiratorial grins.
Home, and a celebratory dinner of pizza before they booked flights and planned their convoluted trip to a random temple, awaited them.
Getting the artefact back to the temple without being pulled over my customs (rare, thanks to existing while black), and correspondence with the traditional owners about what kind of traps they would have to avoid in the temple itself, was going to be even harder then the heist itself.