Parker went in first, running straight up the wall towards her entry point on the roof; Hardison's initial suspicions of enchanted boots held out only until she pushed the last few steps off of thin air, instead.

Curiousity had to wait, though, because there was a vault to find and a very picky unlocking spell to mark out on its door, and Hardison definitely did his best work under pressure but the group of very large, very angry thugs that burst around the corner partway through was a bit much even for him. He raised his hands and dropped his chalk, muttering through gritted teeth at the third party member that Ford had saddled him with: "I don't know what it is you do, man, but now would definitely be the time."

Eliot made a disgruntled sound as he stepped towards the oncoming thugs, flexing his fists hard enough to make his leather gloves audibly creak; Hardison had only a split second to notice the simmering red glow of some power come up around Eliot's hands, the blue crackle of a Haste spell lash down his arms.

By the time the piece of chalk hit the ground, it was already over.