Micro was right. Nobody suspects the caterer.
— Frank Castle, The Punisher War Journal #36
Andor: You just walk in like you belong.
Rael: It takes more than that, doesn't it?
Andor: What—to steal from the Empire? What do you need? A uniform, some dirty hands, and an Imperial toolkit. They're so proud of themselves, they don't even care. They're so fat and satisfied, they can't imagine it.
Rael: Can't imagine what?
Andor: That someone like me would ever get inside their house. Walk their floors, spit in their food, take their gear.
— Andor, "Reckoning"
Simply walking in and 'getting lost' wasn't viable, as both Blackers would be required to present again in the next few days. Nor was doing a Sadie, Anagnos ran a system by which its cleaners were locked in for the night. Couriers Please was out as again both fratello members would need to show their faces at the company, and so too was Blind Man's Bluff...not least because neither Monty nor Jethro could think of where to get a dog at such short notice.
— And the Adventure Continues, a Gunslinger Girl fanfic
