"Robbing a Marshall, at night in the Grey,"  Muttered Jenga to himself now hunching his shoulders to the wind and walking along at a brisk pace.  "Not even getting paid for it.  Ha!  This job better be worth it."  
Soon he was outside the House of the Marshalls and, with the same stolen ID card he had used to get in the district, he got into the building.  Access to the interior of the building was easy.  It was to the upper levels where the private quarters were located that he would have a bit more trouble.  But he was already working on a plan for that.