Heist

"So!" I say. "Now that our vacation is over, where should we head next?"

"We could go to Tanzania. I hear you can find taaffeite out there and it's worth like two thousand per carat."

"Shit," Hunter breaths. "Providing we can find some, though."

"True," I say hesitantly. "I was talking to one of the employees here. She mentioned a bunch of mythological BS, but something she said intrigued me."

"We're a part of that mythological BS," Penny points out.

I sit up and Hunter pulls my feet on his lap. "Okay. But! There's a rumour of a golden book."

"Like the Book of Mormon?"

I glare at Penny. "This book is about us, not Mormons, doofus."

"If a book exists, why haven't we heard about it?" Hunter asks. "And who would we sell it to?"

"I don't know," I admit. "But it would be worth a lot to all the species if we had it. They would pay top dollar for it."

"Okay, this is dumb." Penny waved her hands in the air. "We need something concrete."

"Fine," I groan. "You're right. It's a waste of time talking about something that doesn't exist."

"Wait. There's a bunch of museums in the States that have all kinds of rare artifacts and gemstones and shit. Why haven't we hit them up?" Penny suggests.

I shoot Hunter a look and he raises an eyebrow at me. "Is that what you guys want to do?"

"It's better than raiding casinos. More money, which means we go on fewer heists and that means less attention on us." Hunter shrugged.

I sigh. He did have a point. "Alright. Which State should we hit up first?"