"Why me?"

She stood defiantly as she crossed her arms staring at Drago.

"Because I said so that's why.  You're a perfect scout, and no one will suspect you.  C'mon Zeelee, we go through this every time!"

"Gah.  Stop calling me that!"

Sofia truly despised when Drago called her by the hideous nickname.  She grumbled knowing despite standing up at her full height of 5'10", her companions towered over Sofia still.  Ungraciously she accepted defeat then set off with Tacito.  He wasn't overly chatty in social settings, but right now she wasn't feeling to talkative herself either. Always the scout, and never in on the big action.  She admitted to herself that the plan was very craftily thought out by Fabrizio, yet Sofia awaited the day she had more responsibility and trust.

Trust was a fickle thing in this life, and it seems it took a great deal to earn it, and a split second to lose it forever.  Antonio was no longer part of their small group because he was caught skimming profits like a greedy fuck.  Then flat out lying to Drago about it, acting like he hadn't a clue where the money had gone.  They were new to the city, but had known each other for a few years now, so she was surprised that Antonio had betrayed them like that.  Sofia hoped everything would go smoothly, this museum heist was the first time they had planned something so extravagant.

Of course Sofia knew she had much better fashion sense than the rest of the group, but that didn't mean she wouldn't get her hands dirty, or not be willing to ruin even her favorite Chanel suit for a chance at the gunfire, the chase, hell anything.  She wanted to be of more use than to just walk around, checking things out, noticing the guard locations, and going on a tour of the museum to learn which pieces were valuable, which ones were kept under lock and key, and so forth.  She glanced over to Tacito as they sat in the taxi, and his knowing smile annoyed her to no end.  He always seemed to know what's going on with her to the point it drove her wild.

Sofia smoothed the Chanel dress trying not to fidget under his observation, sighed then glanced out the window at the passersby.  The taxi driver announced they had arrived at their destination.  Benjamin Franklin Parkway was a very busy location, even at this time of the day.  Once inside the museum, a tour guide wrangled them over to join the group that was about to set off on exploring the massive building.  Sofia hadn't realized just how massive the museum was, what with a wing on each side of the main building. 

"Mio Dio Tacito.  Our feet will be killing us by the time we leave here."

The tour guide passed out pamphlets to each guest, but Sofia tucked hers inside her clutch ready to pay avid attention for the tour.  She tucked her arm loosely in Tacito's, so she could whisper easier without anyone eavesdropping as the tour began at the Philadelphia Art Museum.