The dial turned and they heard the mechanism click into place. The closest man looked back at the other three slightly darker shadows in the room and smiled. Then, realizing they wouldn’t be able to see it, he turned back and swung the safe door open.
Now the flash came on, just a sliver, the lens covered with the seconds’ fingers.
“It’s empty,” he said, growling behind clenched teeth.
The third pulled his gun, and took a quick step back, to cover what were until minutes ago, his partners. He fired six times, two rounds each. And then he ran.