They were trying to tackle him! Best. Mission. Ever. He grinned and dodged, using his rubberyness to duck and weave, always just out of reach, like the last sliver of soap.
The guards around the most expensive of the artifacts double, but they no longer had guns. Shooting around these artifacts was a good way to get yourself fired.
"Who do you think it is?"
"Mafia. Did you see his suit? Nobody ever breaks in wearing a tie and dress shoes except them."
"Should we close off the air vents?"
The other women giggled. "No, but keep an eye on the windows."