Lemoine and Rentzel scooted along carrying the trunk down the hall to the conference room. “This thing must weigh 200 pounds,” Lemoine grunted.
“Lay it up here on the table. Go get the tool kit in the back and hurry,” Kaz ordered.
Within a minute Rentzel was back with the tool kit in one hand, along with bolt cutters, and with a canned Dr. Pepper™ in the other hand and an unwrapped pecan danish from the vending machine hung off of E6 stuffed in his right shirt pocket. There were a few more locked metal boxes in the trunk.
“Damn, Rentzel all you do is eat. Get that honeybun or whatever it is out of your pocket. It looks stupid, forget that it’s against regulations.” Taking the large flat head screwdriver out of the box Kaz said “Tim, let’s pry this one open. Lemoine and Rentzel, you two
