It was the talk of the town, the gala benefit for the Crocker Art Museum. Filled to the brim with socialites, local luminaries of art and academia, donors and dignitaries, the grand spaces of the museum were bustling with opportunity. If you wanted to meet someone important? That could happen here. Study some grand new exhibit? Why, yes, that was available too. Rub elbows and schmooze? It was all happening here, in a swirl of handsome suits and lovely dresses to the tunes crooned by a semi-famous jazz singer and part of a local orchestra.
Fortunately for the Kindred, Thomas Boyle had their in. Tickets provided by his friend Mr. Gomez, along with an introduction to the curator, Alice Harrison? What a great opportunity, for those who had an interest in art history...
...of course, they musn't lose sight of their real goal.
The Eye. It was here, somewhere, a part of a Changing Exhibit. And they had their in, their way forward. You see, for a guy making twenty five grand a year at a shitty job, leaving his uniform and his electronic pass card somewhere totally by accident was remarkably easy when he was offered ten grand in cash. Was it a great idea on his part to accept such a bribe, no questions asked? Hell, no. He'd be at huge risk of going to prison as an accomplice for the theft, but ten grand in cash? That was money now, and he had no idea what was going to happen...
One uniform. One pass. Four tickets. The Kindred met before to confirm their plan and get it moving forward...