Each one had several others laying upon them after one another.
Anon looked up at the ceiling. Searching for something glowing, Anon walked between the fallen bookshelves and tried to find the right aisle. Aisle 12-C was what he was looking for because there were no bookshelves there, only a row of cabinets, one which contained a certain document he wanted. He and the others in his gang of thieves. Speaking of them, Sunset spoke through the earpiece just when Anon reached the cabinet he was looking for.
”Anon, seven minutes have passed. Where are you?” she asked.
There the cabinet was but it did not stand up it had fallen over and its door was facing down. Down Anon crouched next to it. It laid tightly against the floor but a small crack between it and the floor existed probably due to the hinges on the door. This crack is where Anon stuck his fingers in between and then began to push his legs into the floor as he tried to deadlift or at least budge it somewhat. But nothing.
He grinded his teeth against each other and the pacing of his breathing became quicker.
”Fuck!” he swore.
”What's happening, Anon? Is something wrong?” Sunset asked.
”The fucking cabinet has fallen over,” he growled.
”What do mean?”
Anon tapped himself in the head as he let out a groan.
”Exactly what I said. It has fallen over. The door is against the floor and I can't get it up.”
”Okay, but why has it fallen over?” sunset said a bit disgruntled.
Anon gestured to the hole that he entered through in the ceiling.
”Because of your fucking bomb. This whole floor got turn upside down.”
He grabbed hold of the cabinet's frame again but this time he didn't crouch but instead stepped back with one of his legs. He was trying to turn it onto its side. It seems to be working since he got some wriggle room but then he realized that was just because the cabinet balanced its door's hinges. This did not help him enough to push the cabinet onto its side.
”Look, it was the only way to get through alright. I can't plan for everything.”
”Fuuuck!” Anon shouted as he gave his all to try to tip the cabinet over. The cabinet began to balance on its edge but due to his right hand being sweaty it slid of the edge he was holding, which forced him to abort the attempt.
”This fucking thing!” He kicked the side of the cabinet and it gave away the sound of a dull, `Thunk.´ ”I almost had it. How many minutes have passed?”
There was a pause before he heard Sunset's voice again.
”Three minutes! Anon, you have to leave now! It will anyway take time for you to get back.”
”Damnit no! I'm so close. I will get it in my next attempt. Anway, Scarface, have you see any movement from the wonderbolts? Are they still at the gala?”
”Yes, they are,” the Tabaxi from before answered as he was currently using his binoculars to watch Canterlot castle. ”But I'm not going to wait for you. The royal guards might appear before that and we don't know where they are coming from.”
”Listen to you two. I got this one more try. Just stay put for a bit longer,” Anon said.
He ignored the protests of the others as he focused his mind on the task ahead. To flip the cabinet on its side was something he knew he could do. His sweaty palms had failed him last time. Therefore he wiped them off against his pants and then got into position.
First, he pushed it so that it tipped over on one side of its hinges, which required was the easy part. Secondly, he gathered himself before he extended and pushed away with his legs. His legs that wanted to glide away, even though his shoes usually had a good grip, were stopped by him pushing them into the ground.
A loud, `bang´ echoed throughout the room as the cabinet was tipped over to its side. In this position, it revealed its door.
Anon hunched forward and didn't tip over because his arms supported him by holding onto his knees. On the floor, beneath the knees, a poodle of sweat had gathered. Sweat beads ran down his forehead and he was taking deep breaths. Despite that and feeling a bit dizzy, he pushed himself into action as he crouched down next to the cabinet.
He opened it by the code he had and took out the envelope that had a serial number, which read, ” 1089098489-ABDG.” Then Anon realized that maybe it was more like a safe than cabinet since it required a code to enter.
”-that's why we really can't wait any longer, Anon. Anon? Are you still there? Anon?” Sunset's voice sounded through the earpiece.
”Yes, I'm still there and I got the document now. On my way, back to the window now.”
Anon ran back towards the hole in the ceiling. While he did this, he opened the larger pocket in his duffle bag and put the document there before he zipped the zipper.
”That's great, Anon!” said Sunset.