[ 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 .

He nodded at me. I'm running down the stairs, full bore. Smith and Wesson in one hand, and near a thousand little Antwerp stars in a Fendi briefcase in my other. And he just fucking nods. As if he's saying, 
 `` Eh' mate, how's the old grind?'' 
 In a moment of severe self failure, I stopped running and looked back at my fellow, now flying into the master bedroom. He must have heard the same little birds I had. All of them were a flutter. Diamonds, thousands of them. And I had all of them. From the master bedroom, the second man begins laughing. Cackling even and hissing under his breath 
 `` Oh god yes, oh my sweet lord I've got it!'' He comes sprinting out the room with asset of keys. Flailing them about in the air like a child with a pinwheel. Something in my gut said I wanted those keys. No, I deserved those keys. I was here first. 
 Bang. 
 Bang. 
 Bang. 
 God rest man number two, and his generosity. 
 My next few moments were truly pivotal. 
 From his hands I pried the keys, two of them. 
 And a small note written on a neat floral square of origami paper. It read, 
 Ignore the glittering pebbles, I can give you more than you could believe. All you are after are the two keys on the vanity. They are priceless to me, and worth a few zeros to you. God speed little gosling, do n't let them clip you. 
 -Swan. 
 As I finished reading, I folded the note and swallowed hard. Then I started falling, my right side was on fire. Man number two had some wherewithal, enough to shoot me down the remaining few stairs, and with a rasping cough he lifted his gun again and plugged me. Goodnight. Goodnight from the bottom of the stairs in this strangers house sorry about the carpet.
