The shock settled in before Ian broke the brief silence.
"Ohh…umm…" Ian scratched his nape, sheepishly gazing around the group. "Let's try another one?"
George smacked his head, while Tom shoved him to the corner of the empty container. Owen held him in chokehold which an expression so violent that Ian shrieked, his eyes popping out of their sockets. They kicked and punched until the commotion got loud enough to alert the sleeping guard.
"Hey! Who is that?" The guard bellowed, shining his torch in their direction.
"Run!" Tom screamed, shoving Owen who was frozen in fear.
They scrambled in different directions, cursing their luck as the guard started to chase them.
"Pick up the antiques!" George hurried, throwing random objects at Ian and Tom before they made a run for it. He was last to make an exit and easiest for the guard to chase.
