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"The target is in transit"
"Locked and loaded?"
"Yes."
"1-2-3 and jump!"
The inkling who had been talking to himself jumped off the roof of the building. Hoodie, sunglasses, and gasmask hid his identity. His Target?
A truck heading for the nearest treasury. The inkling busted through the thin canvas, entering the pitifully guarded vehicle safely. The inkling pushed a cabinent out of the way, was there anything they could escape with?
Historical Toaster? no.
Diamond ring? There were probably a million cameras on that thing.
Avant garde sculpture of je ne sais quoi? Only an art freak would buy that, and that would get the cops on his tentacles, due to the receipt being tracked down.
The inkling surveyed the the truck, there must be something in this small, smells like fancy cheese space?
And then he saw it, heard it? whatever. An artifact from the human era. A Shellphone. The inkling made a mad dash for it, elegantly dodging every trap, spikes of metal and cases that would release hell if he even touched them along the way. The inkling nabbed it and hightailed it out of there.
The Jelly driving the garbage truck looked back at the road, before dismissing the noise and heading to the dump. Though later he would find a trash bag that had a suspiciously squid shaped hole in it.