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We survived the magical disaster by hiding in her bank, or that's what they thought.
We used the same trick we always did: play off of people's assumptions. We crawled out from under a table and staggered out of the building with the two dozen people who'd been hiding in there. We looked woozy - I really was woozy, and Sharna's expertise was in faking any number of illnesses and weakness. And we were genuinely surprised by the chaos outside.
We looked a little strange, but even the people hiding in strong stone buildings like the bank had been affected by the backlash. We looked a little lost, but that was easily explained by the wooziness. The hardest part to explain would have been our ID's, and there was such a mess outside that nobody cared, not even the police.
The sweetest part of the mess? One of those police looked Sharna straight in the face and didn't recognize her. Her face had been on wanted posters all over town...
...but that had been back home. I wondered how long it would be before they realized that the magical catastrophe had opened doors into other worlds? By then, I was sure, we'd already have vanished into this world and be working on another con.
We survived the magical disaster by hiding in her bank, or that's what they thought.
We used the same trick we always did: play off of people's assumptions. We crawled out from under a table and staggered out of the building with the two dozen people who'd been hiding in there. We looked woozy - I really was woozy, and Sharna's expertise was in faking any number of illnesses and weakness. And we were genuinely surprised by the chaos outside.
We looked a little strange, but even the people hiding in strong stone buildings like the bank had been affected by the backlash. We looked a little lost, but that was easily explained by the wooziness. The hardest part to explain would have been our ID's, and there was such a mess outside that nobody cared, not even the police.
The sweetest part of the mess? One of those police looked Sharna straight in the face and didn't recognize her. Her face had been on wanted posters all over town...
...but that had been back home. I wondered how long it would be before they realized that the magical catastrophe had opened doors into other worlds? By then, I was sure, we'd already have vanished into this world and be working on another con.
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