"Who are you disguised as?"
"Saint Thomas of India, mate."
"Saint Thomas of India, mate. Patron saint of architects, innit?"
"I liked the cape, mate. You don't get many disguises with capes, innit?"
Damian sighed and resisted the urge to rub his face with both hands. That would smudge the make-up he'd spent an hour applying as part of his disguise. He was crouched in the bushes outside the private offices of Dr. Monsanto with Virgil Mackey crouched next to him, waiting for the clouds to close up again and hide the moon. Damian was disguised as a maintenance engineer, and the makeup made his skin appear sallow, his eyes appear bigger and his mouth wider. If he was caught on surveillance camera, he wanted to be sure that the police, and particularly Dr. Monsanto's private guards, were looking for entirely the wrong man.
And Virgil was... disguised as Saint Thomas of India, who would surely attract attention even if it were the middle of the day and he were there on legitimate business. What the hell had Virgil been thinking?
"What the hell were you thinking, Virgil?"
"What do you mean, mate?"
"How is Saint Thomas of India being discreet? Who's going to fail to notice Saint bloody Thomas of bloody India on a surveillance tape?"
"Who's going to believe it, mate? They'll look it and go, 'that can't be right, mate, no way is Saint Thomas of India running around here at night,'"
"Yes, Virgil. Which is why they'll know it wasn't bloody Thomas, and they won't be looking for him. They'll be looking for the guy who hired the disguise. Where did you find it anyway?"
"Nicked it from the kid's school. They're doing some Bible story for Easter."
"Who let you have a kid with them? Could they not run away?"
"Leave it out mate, I've been married twice. Got kids from both marriages."
"God help us all, Virgil, but please tell me you're not responsible for bringing them up?"
The bushes around them darkened, and Damian looked up while Virgil looked hurt.
"Forget it Verge, the moon's covered. Let's mosey."
The two men raised up into a crouch and scurried through the bushes to the fire door, and Damian produced a small keyring with three keys on it. His contact on the inside knew that one of the keys would open the door, but not which one, so it was a case of trying all three. Damian swallowed hard; this was it. Through the door, up the stairs on the left, and into the Monsanto labs. Where there would be prizes for the taking.