[Ronan's gaze follows Kavinsky's direction, landing on the crane. Ah. Now he understands. There's not going to just kick over a few carousel horses or find some crowbars and start swinging. They're going to wreck it. All of it.
He gets moving, walking with a long stride but not exactly hurrying. He wants to look neither reluctant nor overeager. Just cool with it. Just down for anything - especially the shit he shouldn't be doing.
When he reaches the crane, the door's locked, of course. The key doesn't seem like it should fit, but it does, in the way that dream things simply do. The door swings open and Ronan climbs into the cockpit. The key works again, this time to get the thing started.
He's never worked one of these before. What lever does he pull?]
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He gets moving, walking with a long stride but not exactly hurrying. He wants to look neither reluctant nor overeager. Just cool with it. Just down for anything - especially the shit he shouldn't be doing.
When he reaches the crane, the door's locked, of course. The key doesn't seem like it should fit, but it does, in the way that dream things simply do. The door swings open and Ronan climbs into the cockpit. The key works again, this time to get the thing started.
He's never worked one of these before. What lever does he pull?]