Ethan plodded along the stuffed main hallway, his dim torchlight flowing over various dusty relics and potentially mystical paraphernalia. The Runestone Museum of the Occult wasn't known for having any items of any real value, so the security was pretty lax, with only a handful of guards. Ethan had just reached the east-wing, the end of his usual route when a loud explosion rocked the old building. Cursing under his breath, the old guard set off back down the hallway, his hurried footsteps echoing on the old stone floors.
“Well that was easy,” Paul chuckled to himself as he watched Ethan’s torchlight fade. He pressed two fingers to his ear. “Hey, Alexis, the guards are heading away from the entry point. How're things on your end?”
“Hang on, the system’s tougher than it looks.” crackled the voice of his associate