[ 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 .

Oh man, this was such a great haul. I got everything, the jewelry, fat stacks of cash, a TV, and the coup-de-grace, keys to the Lambo in the garage. A quick paint job and licence plate change and this guy's never going to see his precious car again. I was damn near golden too, had just thrown some of this loot into the car, and next thing I hear is a sound I know well - a Glock 22's hammer being cocked, and probably pointed at my head. 
 
 `` Turn around real slow now, and this does n't have to end bad.'' 
 
 I know that voice somewhere. `` Stay cool, man, it's all good.'' 
 
 He must know me, too. `` Benny?'' That's me. How's he know my name? 
 
 `` Yeah?'' I was n't sure he even heard me, I was so quiet. 
 
 `` Holy hell, Benny, you almost got done, man!'' I turn around to see who was about ready to redecorate the garage wall with my head - it's a really old friend of mine, Bali. I had n't seen him since'93, that's why I did n't remember his voice! Bali towered over me, joked he was the biggest kid in his entire village back home in the Philippines. 
 
 `` Bali, Jesus man, what the hell are you doing out here in Washington?'' I never expected to see him this far north. Bali usually ran in California and Nevada, sometimes in New Mexico. Said it `` reminded him of home''. 
 
 `` I could ask you the same thing! Jesus, listen, we got ta get out of here soon before the cops show up. I heard chatter they're on the way.'' I agreed and rearranged some of the loot so Bali could get in. That did n't make much difference - he still had to practically turn himself into a human pretzel to fit inside. We rolled out the driveway real natural like and headed out to a lesser-used safehouse of mine. Bali and I had a lot of catching up to do.
