Midnight at the Airport

It was around midnight when Carl, the airport’s janitor, made his way to the Lost and found sector of the airport. He made a reconnaissance trip the night before, mapping the night guards patterns and the cameras’ locations. He wanted to make sure that no pesky guards would interrupt his mission. He rounded the corner with a sly grin like that of a thief who thinks he is invisible to the law. As he crept further along a dim light from the lamps outside revealed a charred man, his face blackened with scars and burn marks. Sliding open the the metal gate he slipped through slowly and quietly. Moonlight seeped through the skylight, so thick one could hold out their hand and almost catch the falling light. Knowing that he was out of earshot the man relaxed and began dancing around the sundry collection of toys, electronics, and other possessions that happened to find their way here.

“So much variety. so much to take!” cried the man, his mind twisted from years of darkness.  His mind began a skirmish, each item battling for a spot on of his list for things to commandeer. Carl dashed from one canister to the next, snatching up anything he thought was valuable.Feeling victorious he darted out of the sector through the halls, and out to his car. He hurled the bag filled with his treasures into the trunk and rode off in glee. The only remaining trace of this raid is the seldom guard that approached him that night, now resting calmly on the bottom step to the airport.