“Hmmm… So what’s your price?”
	“Uhh… one-”
	“No...” Liza sighed at the thief, scratched her head, and then clapped her hands together before speaking again. “Now lets try it again… Ahem. What is your price?”
	“Fifteenth hund-”
	“NO!” Liza shouts slamming her hand on the table. “You gotta have passion in what you do. So when you say your price, you make sure they know it. One last time!”
	“ONE THOUSAND, FIVE HUNDRED!”
	“Good effort now lets talk details.” Liza waited for the thief, to sit down before continuing. “Now Sol, the museum will have five guards,