I took a sharp corner – my arm whacking off the crisp white wall. The art museum security guard was hot on my tracks. I slammed into a double doors and stumbled to the cold marble tiled floor. The guard burst through the door and tripped over me. He sprawled out on the floor and I elbowed his back. He howled in pain and I fled the scene. I turned another sharp corner and tripped. My head hitting a door. It flew open and I peered in. My eyes widened when I saw a crisp bar of gold. I stumbled over and tried lifting it. It was heavier than I expected. Suddenly I felt a dart of pain in my back. I howled in agony.