[ 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 .

I've always loved Tuesdays afternoons in suburbia. The people are friendly, trusting, and thankfully unsuspecting of a poorly named company called Marty's Movers. I've always been a fan of alliteration, almost as much as I'm a fan of procuring previously purchased possessions. It was another small suburb, and another house that I found a good window of opportunity. As far as I could see, they were a well put together family, two parents and a couple of kids, and plenty of time where they left the house empty. 
 
 I parked my van right in the driveway clear as day, and even waved to someone getting their mail from across the street as I walked up to the front door. I had been watching the house for about a week now, so I already knew the drill. There was a flower pot near the welcome rug, filled with dirt and a long since forgotten victim of poor gardening, but underneath was the key I was after. I was inside with a quick twist of the key, and soon began my usual run through of my mark. 
 
 I made a note of where the bigger electronics were in the house as I made my way up to the master bedroom, getting a good feeling there would be a prize or two up there. I quickly started throwing open drawers and tossing clothes all over the room, looking for any signs of hidden treasure. It was n't long before I found enough jewelry to cover the time spent casing the place alone, and even a code for the safe I had yet to find. That's when I heard it. There was a crash, the familiar sound of breaking glass and what sounded like the tasteful end table I saw earlier falling over and bringing its vase hat along with it. 
 
 Someone else was in here with me, and unless the average Andersons liked to come home from work through the windows, it was n't someone who belonged here. I started to weigh my options, but threw imitating an owner of the house out of the window. If they did n't care about a potential mover being in the house, they clearly were n't a fan of subtlety. Before I could figure out my next move, the bedroom door was pushed away even further as I locked eyes with a ski mask wearing novice, eyes wide and one hand covered in glass. 
 
 “ Well this is awkward, ” I told him, “ you look ready for a fun time on the slopes but it's in the middle of August. ” “ Put your hands up, I've got a gun! ” I obliged, but perhaps not with the enthusiasm he was hoping for. “ So do the police that are on their way. ” “ You called the cops?! ” “ I did n't, but if you noticed the sign out front you did when you smashed that window open. ” “ Do n't you toy with me, I'll shoot! ” He waved a hand at me, and I almost expected him to make a finger gun, but he did n't need to when he pulled an actual one out with the other free one. 
 
 Not wanting to be found dead as Marty the unwanted moving guy, I tried to explain my position. “ Alright, let's settle down. I definitely do n't want to be shot, and you definitely do n't want to get hauled in for a charge worse than breaking and entering, right? ” “ Like hell I do, Marty. You do n't remember me, do you? ” “ Pardon? ” He then did what I was least expecting and took off his mask, showing off another mask that made me think it must have been awfully sweaty in there. “ This ring any bells? ” “ Why would it? ” “ Seriously!? It's me! The real Marty! ” He started waving his gun around with each word to the point where I hoped it did n't get sick and discharge. “ I'm the Marty whose name you've been running through the mud with your dammed moving van, and I'm here to put an end to it! ” 
 
 “ But this is the first time I've used this name! ” “ That's enough out of you, I hope you've made your peace! ” I braced myself for the worst, which I assumed to be a bullet, but instead I got something relatively close. I was hit right in the chest by an airsoft pellet followed by a sting that definitely made me wince with my head down. “ Or at least you'd need to if I held a grudge. ” As I picked my head back up with hand on my chest, the ruined Marty peeled off his last mask to show me a face I recognized. “ Oh god dammit, Bill, what the hell are you doing here? I told you I was going to hit this place solo. ” “ And I told you I needed to come with, you're lucky I did n't pop you with a real gun. ” With that threat dispelled I simply sighed and started looking for the safe again, but not without whining a little more to my uninvited partner. 
 
 “ Well at least you did n't trigger a real alarm too. ” “ About that... ” It was at that point in time I started thinking about making my “ moving ” company more of a solo operation permanently.
