[ 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 tip-toed my way down the hall, stuffing goodies in my pocket with a ridiculous smile like I was the Grinch stealing Christmas. Wallet, phone, jewelry, the works: they'd just left it all out. It had been a long time since I'd had a job this easy. I made my way down the stairs slowly and carefully. I'd passed a nice TV on the way in; probably not too heavy, right? 
 
 About halfway down, I heard some noises from outside. Through the mottled glass, I could see someone coming in. *Fuck. * The family was supposed to be out for another 20 minutes! I could n't make it back up the stairs in time. The silence was shattered as the figure outside suddenly bashed in the door window and stuck a hand through, grasping for the knob. *What the hell? This was n't the owner*! 
 
 He entered the foyer, clad in all black. I froze against the staircase, wearing black myself and not blending into the cream-colored walls in the least. *Fuck; what do I do? * He closed the door behind him with a gentle creak and crept into the living room. 
 
 `` What the *hell* do you think you're doing??'' I yelled out, trying my best to sound outraged. `` Get out of my house!'' 
 
 He spun around and trained the flashlight on me. I could see the panic in his eyes as he made a move for the front door again. Right as he reached the threshold, it dawned on him. `` Wait a second....'' he muttered as he turned back around. `` You're robbing this place too! This is n't your house! How about I just rob you instead?'' 
 
 *Damn*. Worth a shot, though. There was a tense standoff between us, both unsure how to proceed. `` All right,'' he said finally. `` We split the loot. I do n't rat on you, you do n't rat on me. Deal?'' 
 
 I pressed my arms up against my jacket pockets and made my way down the rest of the stairs. This was *mine*. `` You can take the TV,'' I said, nodding into the living room at the brand new plasma screen. He followed me gaze. `` No, too heavy...'' 
 
 We were so busy bartering with the items that we were stealing that neither of us even noticed the back door open. 
 
 `` WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?'' a voice called out, snapping on the lights. Both of us froze and turned back to the hallway, where the owner of the house stood holding a bag of groceries. We were like deer caught in headlights. 
 
 `` Hey man, this guy's robbing your house!'' I called out. They both looked at me, puzzled. I could almost hear the gears turning. 
 
 I dashed for the door and threw my rival toward the homeowner, getting out just in time to hear the other burglar get tackled to the floor, yelling out `` He was robbing you first!!''
