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James woke up from a dream where he met his brother, and not in a friendly manner. The dream did not make sense to him, considering the two siblings got along well in the past, before he became a pirate. Regardless, he had this dream for a while, now. The Captain wondered if this dream kept coming for a reason. This was not the time to dwell on it, though. He had to focus on finding a way to grab a hold of the exhibits, with no time to waist.

Waiting until he had everyone on deck, he relayed the pre-theft plan: everyone would go in disguise, leaving their weapons behind so that when the museum's security searches them, they would not find those items. It was a gamble, he realized this would not be like other guards they went passed. Those were top-notch security they were dealing with. The purpose for this part of the plan was simple: learn as much about the exhibits and the building as possible, so to come up with a solution to whatever obstacles there may be. For this, thoroughness was necessary.

James decided to go in disguise as a preacher visiting the Museum and went inside the building. He took in the details of how the guards were patrolling while pretending to be casually looking around. Soon enough, he eyes were set upon an angel who had just completed a song. Aren't these men and women who run the place worried her companions from the heavens will come looking for her? Keeping a holy messenger captive is kind of dangerous under certain circumstances. Then again, there are times when someone opposing God may look like an Angel, yet is not. I'll just have to be careful while speaking to this one after the success of the operation of taking her along with other supernatural beings. If she is for real, I will eventually release her.

Looking around for a member of staff to talk to, he found one and said, "Pardon me, sir, but what be the name of this angel?"

The guard glanced over to where James was pointing. "Oh. Her? I believe her name is Ariella."

Show time. Curtains open, begin act. "Well, not to sound in any way disrespectful to this museum, but why would a man or woman decide to capture and hold hostage one of God's messengers, knowing full well it could invite his wrath?"

The guard simply laughed. "Few people get to see one of these beauties up close or in action. by putting them on display, the world can know what a supernatural being does and plenty more."

James shook his head. "I doubt any such being is truly enjoying this, despite appearances." The guard became hesitant in how to respond, since most visitors do not typically question what goes in behind the scenes. This made James grin slightly while looking in the man's direction. Got him where I want him. "You hesitate to answer, I see. What, then, is making them display such a deceitful act?"

The Guard hesitates, again. After another moment, he clears his throat and whispers the answer so nobody else could hear. What James heard made him go wide eyed and nearly fall backwards, though he recovered in time so that was not the case. They're using the collars on their necks to torture them into the museum's bidding, and some are remote controlled? That would explain a lot. If my crew can find the keys and a manual to each collar, I can look into taking those off of them, when the time is right. I only hope we can pull it off.

The guard then laughed nervously. "But... you didn't hear it from me, okay? I don't want to lose this job." Witht hat, the man left.

James, while having his eyes face the ground, clenched his fist at the thought of what was revealed to him. It gave him another reason to take some of the supernatural beings away from the museum. Those bastards will not keep this angel for long. I swear, I will make sure of that. I will take her to the Blue Phoenix, assure her I mean no harm through my actions, then finally free her when it is time. I cannot tolerate this outrage against her. Even as he paced around to glance around at the rest of the section of the museum he was in, anyone could tell he had a fervent rage building up inside him at what was going on. Even the 'exhibits' could see it in his eyes; James would not let them go through such torture for eternity.