<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Bfi-00n-g67.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside the Linbergh Estate - Singapore<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Any<br/><br/>Ramírez had been studying the mansions for some time, idly formulating and discarding plans. He had no doubt he could get inside, but could he do it without tripping whatever was causing that odd glowing spiderweb he could<strong><em>see</em></strong>to react. The stream of cars had slowed to a trickle, either the running late or the fashionably late, but he was unlikely to blend in with any of them, at least not going in the front door.<br/><br/>Movement from above caught his eye, and his gaze narrowed as what looked like large .. very large .. birds silhoetted themselves momentarily as they passed the moon, and vanished into the darkness beyond once more. It was hard to see, given the lack of light, but it looked like whatever they had been might just have come down on the roof of the Linbergh mansion.<br/><br/>"Well now," murmured Ramírez, "And just who might you be?"<br/><br/>"Does he not know who we are?" came a voice from his pocket.<br/><br/>"What's so strange about that?" replied another. "There are days you don't know who ye are either."<br/><br/>"Only when I've had a few drams the night before." protested the first voice.<br/><br/>Ramírez rolled his eyes and tapped the hip flask. "If you don't have something useful for me, keep it down." he said quietly.<br/><br/>"Gie us a wee shufty then." said a voice on his shoulder<br/><br/>Ramírez turned his head to look at the Pictsie that sat perched on his shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to stay in there til I tell you to come out?" he said.<br/><br/>"Aye, well, more or less." came the response. "But ye said not to say anything unless it was useful, and we cannae do that unless we know what it is we're supposed to be doing. So here I am."<br/><br/>Ramírez narrowed his eyes slightly, but decided to let that rather liberal interpretation of his words stand. Perhaps they might see something he couldn't after all.<br/><br/>"So, are ye trying to get inside that oversized cakebox?" the Pictsei, Ruairi, asked. As leader of the band, he was slightly less deranged than the rest.<br/><br/>Ramírez nodded. "Preferably without anyone noticing." he added. "Any ideas?"<br/><br/>"Aye, not a bother." Ruairi replied. "We pick ye up, quick run, do the crawstep, and we're in."<br/><br/>"We're verra good at gettin intae places." came another voice, and Ramírez looked down at a semi circle of flaming red hair and grinning blue faces. "Especially places we're no supposed tae."<br/><br/>"Right lads." said Ruairi, and Ramírez wobbled slightly as he felt himself picked up by the Pictsies. Before he could ask just what this crawstep involved, he was hurtling at high speed towards the wall across the road. Instinctively he raised his hands to cover his face, his muscles tensing at the expected impact. He felt something lurch, a momentary sensation of falling and then the movement stopped. Cautiously he lowered his hands, to find himself in what seemed to be a bedroom of some kind.<br/><br/>"See, nae bother at all."