His eyes gazed across each screen, a yawn escaping his mouth as his eyelids grew heavy. Michael found himself starting to fall asleep until he heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen and a figure falling through a vent.

He was quick to get up, grabbing a taser and his flashlight to go investigate. Michael made his way down the halls, shouldering open the door to the kitchen to see you on the floor. His facial expression was NOT amused.

“What do you earn from breaking into a pizzeria?”