Dapplegrim
He was finally in it. Good lord it had taken long enough, but finally, with enough grease, he had managed to squeeze into the crevice. Of course people might find it strange, but that's why he had doctored the security footage of the museum, so none would be the wiser. He looked across the hut, smiling at the native american staring at a spot behind him, its mouth frozen in a plastic smile. Before smashing his watch, he looked at its face. 9:15- opening time. Soon, he would have all the audience he would ever need.