The trio wasted no time lining their pockets, closing the safe door, and resetting the lock. This had gone more smoothly than either of the three had ever imagined it would have. Sonny thought that Alex would have chickened out or botched the job but there they were turning towards the office door with all the goods. The group had been so hyper focused that neither of them had heard the back door open and close despite the thud created by a hard shove shut because of the rusted and poorly made hinges. The middle aged Josesph O'Downey had attempted to be quiet as he entered the store, but those God damn hinges were going to be the death of him. He couldn't count how many times he had asked his brother Francis to fix the ******* things but here he was still cursing them. Joseph had decided to sneak out of the house that night while the wife and kids were weighted in the depth of sleep and run down to the store to grab the presents addressed from Santa to slide under the tree to keep the magic for his youngest Josephine who still believed in such fantastical things. It was all that simple until he opened the door of his black Chevrolet AD Universal and slid out into the cold of the night with his boots planted firmly in the snow. His blue eyes squeezed tight as a whip of wind lashed him in the face. Joseph in turn pulled his coat tighter to his portly body and popped his collar in hopes it would save his neck from further chills. When he opened his eyes to the alley, he looked to the door but then noticed multiple fresh footprints at the base and his head turned and followed as he tracked where they had come from. There was an immediate sinking feeling in his gut and suddenly the repeated whips of wind to his body and face seemed incredibly insignificant. Joseph's first few steps towards the door were timid but as he drew closer a sense of boldness grew over him as he remembered that he kept a lead pipe by the counter.