[ WP ] You 're a robber in a house coming down the stairs with valuable items from the master bedroom . You encounter another robber in the home on your way out ; Write a story about what happens .

A bottle of'Villa Raiano Fiano di Avellino' in hand, your creep down the stairs. Not a great haul, a single bottle of expensive wine, at first. Aside from the jewels lining your pockets. 
 
 The rich couple that had just moved into the neighborhood tried to please everyone, throwing parties with wine, women, and music. However, the fools were still in the process of installing a proper alarm system. It was a simple matter to disguise yourself as a repairman,'installing it', and indeed you'd finish up the touches that the actual repairman would before you left. The next day, he'd come back for the reward and be stuck with the fall. Lovely. 
 
 You wince as the stair creeks beneath your boots, clinging to the side of the rail as you make your way to the ground floor. As you touch the floor of the entry hall, you spin your head. A clatter on your left. Nothing. Twitching, you creep to the corner of the wall and peak over it. Nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turn to leave and meet a wall of shadow. As you look up, eyes wide, a damp rag is pressed against your mouth. As your consciousness fades from the sweet pull of chloroform, you feel a prickling beard upon your cheek as the shadow whispers into your ear. 
 `` Ce qui est à toi est à moi.'' 
 
 Your head throbs as you come to, voices filling the air, blurred images and light piercing your eyes like daggers. 
 `` Che cosa è successo?'' 
 `` Abbiamo trovato l'uomo sul pavimento, tasche piene.'' 
 `` Tutti gli elementi?'' 
 `` No, alcuni sono ancora mancanti...'' 
 
 You slowly sit up before being forced back down, a poliziotto staring back down at you and glaring. You relax against the ground, blinking again before realizing your hands are cuffed. After a few moments the poliziotto lets you up. Or, rather, drags you up. 
 
 As you grumble, being taken out to the pantera, you catch sight a man walking in wearing the uniform of the alarm company; the man you were going to pin the blame on. He walks up and talks to the rich couple, standing near the stairs. As they hand him his payment and thank him for finding the penale, your eyes widen as the door closes on the man with the stubbled beard. 
 

