The Gutenberg Gallery. A fixture of the Sacramento Arts and Entertainment circles, a rarity even in the capitol of Sacramento. The building the gallery sits in is well over a hundred years old, though it has long since been renovated since it first began existence as a sturdy brick warehouse. The back half of the building still very much resembles those beginnings, with high, barred windows sitting more than two stories off the ground, and large expanses of hard brick walls sharing alleyways with other businesses. The front of the building, however, is quite different than what it was as a warehouse. Huge glass windows replaced what was once the loading bay doors of the warehouse, and grand curtains artfully frame the view inside, all of which sits under a massive metal sign that proclaims the name of the gallery.
Thankfully for the the Sacramento heist crew, the gallery was open that day, a jaunty sign upon the front door proclaiming free refreshments for any who stepped inside. Certainly, a most generous offer for any business. The Gallery, it seemed, must have been doing very well. Or expected to, at the least.
Despite that, the neighborhood around the Gallery seemed much the same as the rest of Southern Sacramento: subdued with the coming of winter and the drastic changes of the times. A bakery down the block had already closed up for the day, and though there was a decent amount of traffic prowling down the streets in the area, only a few pedestrians meandered their way across the sidewalk. Though, perhaps that was just due to the weather, as a persistent mist began to fall from the sky.