Don't Touch My Chest

Whis-whistle…

Shouts and clamors began to speedily trickled through the warehouse store. They got louder and faster with each second like a widening trail of falling dominos.

Meanwhile, Ayse whistled through the drywall section. A small yawn escaped his lips as he strolled through the appliance section, pulling the locked chest behind him. 

"At least that grainy picture won't be up for long," Ayse sighed as he pushed open the employee-only double doors. "We can't have our first bounties looking that bad. It's better to have no bounty than a bounty with a shit picture… But some weaklings wouldn't want to be recognized, I guess."

As Ayse entered the back end of the warehouse store, he was a bit surprised to see no one around him. 

"... Come on out!" Ayse yelled, never dropping his nonchalance.