Springing Into Action
“I don’t know how you’ve found me, and I don’t know what you think you’re looking for. All I know is that anything you might want to steal is in that room over there,” Robert slowly and calmly spoke to the men. Without hesitating, one stepped closer to Robert, as if to make sure he didn’t move, while the other kept one hand in his pocket and edged closer to the room Robert pointed at. Bursting open the door, the intruder tripped over something, and a bucket’s worth of paint rained down onto his head.