I crept along the wall in the shadows until I came to where the wall met the building. They both were made out of the same dusty brown brick. I glanced up at the barbed wire glisting on top of the wall in the moonlight and then down at the small tunnel I had dug under the wall earlier in the evening.

I took my tools and slithered under the wall. As I came out on the other side, I stood up behind some stacks of wood pallets. I edged my way between two pallet stacks and scampered across the yard to the warehouse door. I reached inside my bag for the lock cutters and then I grabbed again. They weren't there! They must have dropped out. I glanced back across the yard, perfectly lit by the full moon, but they weren't there. They must have fallen out going through the hole I thought to myself.

I ran back across the yard to the wood pallets. Quickly squirting between the two stacks, I reached the wall. The cutters still weren't in sight. I bellied into the hole and out the other side. There, lying to my right, were the cutters. I grabbed them firmly in one hand and turned back into the hole again. I came out on the otherside and stood up once again. I ran through the passageway between the two stacks scolding myself about my stupidity for losing the cutters in the first place as I went. As I was coming to the edge of the passageway a misaligned pallet caught my leg and plunged me into the greasy dirt.