“You have the camera rolling right?” Shontis stopped in the middle of the hallway, her expression full of curiosity.

Bleirshal sighed. “For the billionth time, yes!”

“Don’t start with me!” Shontis grumbled, pointing her finger in the camera. “This was your idea anyway.”

“Just keep going, I don’t wanna get caught.” Bleirshal said.

Shontis scoffed. “I’m pretty sure no one’s gonna be at school one o’clock in the morning, Bleirshal-”

“Just go!” Bleirshal shrieked, making Shontis scurry off.

They found the door they were looking for. Most people would immediately dash in, but Shontis oddly just sat there and glared at the door, like a child told to sit in a corner for a timeout. Bleirshal’s impatience began rising, almost yanking the door open to push her in. But in a nick of time, Shontis remarked, “2-3-4. Mr. Thinugo’s door.”

Bleirshal shifted back and forth between the door and Shontis for dramatization, then he attempted to pull open the door, only to find out it was locked.

Shontis protruded her hand out, as if telling him to move back. “Allow me to demonstrate,” she said steadily. I have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive.” Kneeling down to pick the lock.

“Who told you how to pick locks?” Bleirshal asked.

Shontis looked up at him with an knitted eyebrow, giving off an “you should know” type of look.

“The internet.” Bleirshal figured. “Of course that’s what it is.”

After a few seconds, Shontis heard the door tick. She looked at Bleirshal giving that same cocky smirk she always does when she achieves something. “Let’s go in.”

Bleirshal skimmed the room through his camera lastly stopping at Shontis’s face.

“You look in the desk, I’ll look through his cabinets.” Shontis ordered, running towards the cabinets down the corner.

Bleirshal zoomed to the desk irritated to find some of the drawers had locks on them.

“How about we switch places.” Bleirshal suggested.

“Why?” Shontis made a semicircle, plastered with confusion.

“Because the drawers have locks.” Bleirshal answered.

“Well, so does the cabinets.” Shontis replied.

“Oh, Mama Mia.” Bleirshal rolled his eyes.

“I told you to watch videos about picking locks before we got here!” Shontis said, the annoyance rising in her voice.

“I’m sorry!” Bleirshal shrieked. “Look, I’ll wing it.” Using a paper clip to pick the lock.

Shontis scoffs proceeding to do her own thing.

After a few minutes, Bleirshal gracefully unlocked the drawer. He slowly wields it back, finding packs on top of packs of salty white bags.

“Shontis, come look at this!” Bleirshal called out.

Shontis didn’t waste any time rushing to his spot. Her eyes widened when she looked inside. “That son of a bitch!” She snarled. “There’s the crack!”