The Luthor Mansion, Smallville, Kansas, Saturday late afternoon
Dean had finally decided to hit up Lana's aunt's place in Metropolis first, and had a small box of photos tucked under the front seat of the Impala. It'd made for a decent opening act, but now was time for the real show.
He was almost hoping he would get caught. Might be nice to work the boy billionaire over, a bit.
The security out front was laughable, especially for someone like Dean, who'd been learning the fine art of B&E since he'd hit double age digits, and now he was skulking the halls, trying to get a lay of the building and find Lana's old bedroom, hoping nothing had been put in storage or sold. He had a feeling it wouldn't have been, though.
[ooc: for the person who knows who they are and NFB thanks to distance, please]
He was almost hoping he would get caught. Might be nice to work the boy billionaire over, a bit.
The security out front was laughable, especially for someone like Dean, who'd been learning the fine art of B&E since he'd hit double age digits, and now he was skulking the halls, trying to get a lay of the building and find Lana's old bedroom, hoping nothing had been put in storage or sold. He had a feeling it wouldn't have been, though.
[ooc: for the person who knows who they are and NFB thanks to distance, please]