A Problem

One day later.

Strolling through the streets that they had had to sneak through just a few days ago, Daneel, Mors and Alex looked like casual tourists who had arrived to take in the sights of the area.

While they ignored the longwinded explanations being given by the woman with silky hair and a silky voice, Daneel reflected that tourists were a lot like thieves. Both took in everything they could and imprinted them into memory, and where the former's motive ended with this act, the latter's begun.

They had already seen two or three defensive methods that neither of them had been able to glimpse on their covert scouting mission before. Each time this had happened, they had looked between each other, thinking about the fact that this was really the best way they could have gone about their task…for if they had chosen to move in on the vaults with only the information they had gathered then, they would definitely have found themselves in hot soup.