He sprinted away, not daring to look back, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like distant gunshots. He just had to get to the back stairway and up to his office on the second floor, where it was. In the desk in his office, the second drawer on the left always locked never opened. It was inside that drawer, safely tucked away in a small box, and he needed to protect it. He darted up the stairs, the loud footsteps behind him urging him to move faster.
At reaching the top of the stairs he bolted into the office and locked the door. The lock would not keep them out forever but it should give him just enough time.
"Second drawer down to the left" he muttered to himself as if he would have needed a reminder. Kneeling down in front of the large mahogany desk, he reached for the key he kept around his neck. He always kept in there, so that he knew that the box was safe. He fumbled around with the small key , trying to steady his shaking hands just enough so he could unlock the desk drawer.
Finally, he was successful. He slowly slid open the drawer and exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw the box was still there. He quickly snatched it up and held it tight to his chest. He just had to escape through the window and down the side of the house without anyone noticing him and then...
By the time he heard the gunshots it was too late. The bullets burrowed themselves into his exposed back sending him and the box to the ground. He had not even heard the door open. His vision blurred and he was no longer able to move, no longer able to protect the box. He had failed.
A man stepped into the room. He let out a soft chuckle as bent down a picked up the box. This had been all too easy. The man grinned down at his highly sought after prize, just like a cat grinning down at a caught mouse. He then shot two bullets into the injured mans head.
He had gotten his treasure, killing the man was just an added bonus.