Micky could only smirk as he hears the click of the lock opening. Reaching up he would push the door open, before turning to Sam. He wore a smug look on his face, he loves to show off to others. "Well come on, let's go find my stuff."<br/><br/>Slowly creeping into the garage, he would notice no one was around, standing up fully he shrugged softly. "Well shit, no one is around.." He turns to Sam, before taking a deep sniff of the air. "Come on, my bag is this way." He would slide across the trunk of the old cop car that sat back there. As he lands, Micky would be standing infront of some stairs, smirking as he walks up the steps that lead to the main office.<br/>Stopping at the door, he would open it, poking his head out and looking around.<br/><br/>"What the hell man, it's like a ghost town in here.." He starts to whistle as he walks into main office area, Micky had never seen the police station so empty. Which let him waltz right up to the evidence room door, he would try the handle. Not to his surprise the door was locked, which met he had to pick the lock on this door as well. Only taking a minute to get this unlocked, he would push it open, only to come across a third door, made of metal fencing to make it harder to get in.<br/>Rolling his eyes, Micky walked towards the door. Stopping few feet from it, he would bring his foot up; slamming it against the door, which slammed open. "Lock picked."<br/><br/>He would grabbed his backpack, which sat ontop of a box. Making his exit, grabbing Sam by the back of his shirt. "Come on, don't really want to wait and see if anyone shows up." Micky would pull Sam along behind, quickly rushing out the same way the two of them came in, laughing as he did.