“Quick or else we’re going to get caught! ” I said.
We scurried down the corridor as quick as our legs could carry us. We went into a room painted black with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling in it. Suddenly the light flickered on.
Then everything stopped and a guard sauntered over to us. He showed us his ID. He was 24. He seemed vexed so he appeared to be in his early thirties.
He then roared, “Hand back the cash!”
I dropped and spun around into the long corridor. I opened the wooden door so quickly I almost knocked it over. I then darted home without looking behind me.