"..." Ma'erlie ended the call expressionlessly, then turned and asked hopefully, "How did things go on your end?"
Ye Xunzhi lowered her hand from her headset and turned to him, her tone perfectly calm:
"We're out of backup plans."
"..." Marche clutched his head and howled, "Aaaaaaah!!!"
"Stay calm. I still have a way!"
As they spoke, the two were practically climbing the ceiling to dodge the infrared beams. They were each pressed against a wall.
Marche was delighted. "Really? A fresh brain really does work better!"
Ye Xunzhi said, "Got any bombs? Let's just blow these two doors open."
"What kind of plan is that?!" Marche was losing it. "Won't that set off the alarm?"
"Then do you have any other ideas?!" Ye Xunzhi pointed at the infrared beams already converging on them, leaving them almost nowhere to dodge:
"We've got nowhere to go, above or below. Either we pull off a miracle or we crash and burn. Grab the stuff and run. What, are you still counting on those teammates?"
Marche fell silent for two seconds. "Good point."
At this point, they couldn't afford to worry about all that. In their line of work, getting caught basically meant life behind bars, so they came exceptionally well equipped.
Swinging his backpack around to his front, Marche quickly pulled out miniature explosive devices and tossed one to Ye Xunzhi.
"I'll take the main door for our escape. You handle the Collection Room door."
Ye Xunzhi didn't answer. Her actions said it all.
Once they had planted the explosives, both opened their comms channels without consulting each other.
Ye Xunzhi said, "Things are about to get loud. Keep your identities hidden and be ready to back me up at any moment. Also, stop fighting for now. We'll probably need to work