"Really?"
"Yeah. He must have been grocery shopping and just left the bag there. We need to grab as much of it as we can before he figures it out...he's just left, we've got a window but not long."
"We never go in 403," you said. "We don't know anything about it."
"Yes, but this never happens, man... let's go get it before someone else does or he comes back and moves it. We could eat for a month! He has loose bags of chips, pasta, and a whole pack of ketchup packets! I don't know why he got the little packets but I don't care. Let's go get it!"
"Why cut me in on this?" you asked suspiciously.
"I can't carry it all on my own. We'll get as much as we can and divide it up after."
You hadn't eaten too well lately...you had to admit you were tempted by it.
"OK then," you said, rising to your feet and emptying out our pack to make room.
The terrain and layout of the building made it a fairly difficult trip, hence why you rarely went to 403. It involved a little bit of manoeuvring around the pipes and you got a bit close to the walls of some other apartments for comfort, which meant absolute silence was often necessary. So 403 was a relative mystery to you.
Regardless, Townsend had a good nose for a haul, so you followed him through the walls until you reached 403.
And he was right. There were two grocery bags just...there. On the floor, made of thin, easily accessible plastic, ready to be plundered. Checking carefully, you realised nobody was home, so the pair of you sprinted across the tiled kitchen floor until you reached the bag. "You were right. This is the mother lode!" you exclaimed, examining the contents.
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