Devin clapped his hands together which showed that at some point he had actually undone the handcuffs he had been wearing. The two had a long history with handcuffs and not all of it had involved the law. A knowing smile was sent Jane's way as he stood up. Tossing the handcuffs onto the table with the cards and poker chips he started to think about their next move. Parts of the story had been left out, but for now there was some need to know and some not need to know information. The first being that they were on a time line. The sound of a window being broken changed the situation completely. Devin looked back at Jane who seemed to know that something hadn't been mentioned. "Okay so I'm not the only person who knows about the compass." He said with a shrug. "But if we want to be the one holding it we should probably go get it."
The two guards waiting outside had heard the noise and went to see what was going on. It had come from the east wing which was the center of the Marco Polo exhibit and where the compass was being held. The guards knew they were going to investigate a noise, but Devin knew they were heading towards very dangerous trouble. He couldn't stop himself from breaking into a heavy jog as the reached the corner leading to the main room. When they got there they saw that the two guards had already been subdued. A small dart sticking out from their chest showed that they had been shot with something, but the fact that their chests were going up and down showed that they were at least alive. "Crap" Devin muttered when he saw the darts. "Alright this is probably going to get messy. If I get hit just play my game." Devin said meaning back up his story. In a quick motion Devin held his hands up and walked out into the room.
Decorated like the deck of a ship there were cannons, ship wheels, and a whole mast set up. The whole thing looked amazing, but the only thing that currently held his attention was the three rather sizable gentleman surrounding the display case holding Marco Polo's journal and compass. Behind them was an almost shockingly beautiful woman, who just seemed to personify a bad ass chick, standing and seemingly attempting to crack the lock between her and the compass. Everyone in the room seemed to shift and was very much directed towards Devin. "You know viewing hours were like..." Devin jokingly looked at his watch and then continued. "At least five hours ago. But I know you can set up private viewings if you call ahead. Not that you were ever one to come up with plans Sarah." Devin cracked a smile, but it disappeared quickly as the guy closest to him walked forward. "You are a really big fella. What they feed you with a troff?" Devin then committed to laughing more just as the man punched him hard in the gut.
He fell to the ground and started to cough. It took him a moment, but finally he was able to talk after the wind was knocked out of him. "Your going to be pretty disappointing if you think that is your ticket to the ships." He said which seemed to get the attention of Sarah who until them seemed content with just letting the three guys beat Devin into the ground. She stood up and turned away from the compass. Crossing her arms and walking over she bent down and looked at Devin.
"What are talking about Devin?" She said with a very icy tone.
"I'm just saying anyone who knows anything about metal wear would tell you that compass is not from the 13th century. It is a display fake. The real one is in their storage. I got the curator here. She is going to get the one she mentioned earlier. You would be amazed at how good these fakes can be. I mean the one I have isn't bad, but believe me the best come from the museums themselves." Devin pulled out the fake compass he had planned on replacing with the real one once he had it, but now it was going to play a different role. The role of helping sell the fact that the one in the case wasn't actually the real one. Sara snatched the fake compass and started to study it.