Chapter 2 page 2

The thief, his face hidden under a ski mask,  is irritated that he can’t seem to find anything of value aside from the large rocks. He rummages impatiently, sweating, his back to a hallway. A figure walks up calmly and turns on the lights.
*Too damn heavy*
Thief: Where the hell is everything?! There’s nothing else here!
*rummage rummage*
?: *click* Excuse me.
Thief: *CLATTER – sound of the flashlight hitting the ground*