Searchlights switched on, illuminating the desert floor as the gang of three dove and hid.
“Bob, Bob, is there anyone there?” Otto asked nervously.
“There must be, someone had to switch on the lights,” answered Bob.
The bright, yellow lights scanned back and forth across the area, then a new voice spoke up, and it didn’t sound too friendly. “Hey, what’s the big idea? Who’s there? What’s going on?”
The man walked around poking his flashlight beam under every cactus, bush and beside every rock.
“Whoever you are, you better surrender yourselves now or you’ll be in even bigger trouble,” called out the man with a mix of anger and fear in this voice.