"Guess we'll find out once we get a taxi." He replied, they both knew the address of their joint safehouse, just in case something had happened at the gala and they'd had to split up. Luckily they seemed to be doing alright, and barring another emergency cropping up, they had until morning before they were extracted and sent home.

It was easier than he'd expected for a woman carrying her shoes and a guy with a busted lip to get a taxi, and it didn't surprise him in the slightest just how close their dropoff was to the museum, local law enforcement, and probably whatever private security their mark had hired wouldn't be looking that close to the site for them, and by the time they started, the pair would be long gone.