He tried to move silently, walking very softly. Manny had considered taking his shoes off, but socks were slippery, and his feet were so sweaty that they made more noise than his sneakers. How come the good guys in video programs always were able to walk so quietly? Up ahead of him, there was a thumping sound. Thump. A long pause. Thump again. The corridor ahead jogged to the left around a major structural frame. Manny slid along the wall until he was next to the frame. He held his breath and slowly peaked his head around the frame. There was a pirate, further down the corridor. A man, leaning back against the wall, looking bored, throwing a knife into the opposite wall, where the wall was made of a material softer than the hard substance Manny was standing next to. The pirate threw the knife, hard. It hit with thump sound. Nonchalantly, the pirate pushed himself off the wall, retrieved his knife, leaned back against the wall, checked the point of the blade, and threw the knife again. Thump.
