"I know." That's all he says on the matter. Morally grey is too orderly--he likes to think of it as morally improvising. If Vincent were here, he'd understand. To the rest of them, well... they're preventing a potential disaster, a death, or worse--a possession. That's fair grounds for a little theft. The lesser of two evils.

But a few days? That throws a wrench in an otherwise piece-of-cake plan. "What, you can't just look at a little of it?" he asks, craning his neck back. He wonders if he could do it. "My kingdom for a biochemical scientist."

He can't remember the last time he met one, actually. The Third World scientists barely qualified as scientists, let alone specialists. And no one here has really boasted about their abilities in this particular field...

The whole thing it'd have to be, then. "We can swap it with a replacement, a replica. As for how... I could probably just sneak into his room, right?"