7 - Chamber

"It's simple. You distract the guard, I pick the lock, and Kate gets into the air vent. She pops out in the server room, grabs the drive, and escapes via the cooling tunnel. We get out the way we came in."

Sariel turned to face Kate. "You can hold your breath long enough, right?"

"No problem! I've been practicing for weeks!" Kate beamed.

"Perfect." Sariel smiled. "So, any questions?"

Emmy raised her hand. Sariel nodded, and Emmy spoke. "Where do we keep our guns?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The guns. Where do we put them?"

Sariel cocked her head. "I don't follow."

Emmy sighed. "We have pistols in case things go loud. But..."

Emmy motioned down at her body, emphasising the rather revealing dresses the three were wearing.

"There's nowhere I can hide my gun!"

"Yeah, sure there is." Sariel replied.

She lifted her left leg up on a box, high enough that Emmy balked. The holster snapped tight around her upper thigh, and she waved a 'ta-da'.

Emmy still didn't look convinced. Sariel sighed. "Emmy, trust me. Just act offended if they try to search you, like they're feeling you up. Because, well, you know, if they're searching there, they kinda are."

Kate had already put her holster on. Emmy just sighed and put hers' on as well.