"Where did I drop that damn flash drive?!" He shouted at himself,which he often did when he was angry.He stalked around the warehouse,he supposed,held the misplaced flash drive. His long legs carried far as he endevored to find the object of his interest.His cold,green,eyes inspected every dirty hole,every grimy pock in the wall's surface.Winds blew strands of his unkempt,tawny hair in his face.It billowed his clothing,making him look like a shadowy specter in the dim bulbs outside.I know I dropped it somewhere. Those rentacops are so persistant for such a small piece of intel.Well,their jobs did depend on it.Anyway,I should probably check inside the building now. Feeling hot, he took of the mask he always wore on his heists.It had the visage of a crow and was a shiny black in color.His face was as equal in hansomeness to his body.His lips drew thin with a smile as he noticed his prize. "What do you think you're doing with that?."