Michael saw that the door to the hanger was open just a smidge, just enough to let a little light in.
"Yeah...I need the flashlight for sure..."
He walked inside and put his daypack on the ground. He opened it and took out the standard-issue flashlight. He turned the beam on and waved it around, wrench in the other hand, ready for anything that might pop out. But...
"Damn it, it's pratically empty in here!"
He took a few more steps inside. He waved the flashlight to and fro, not noticing anything remotely useful...except maybe a toolbox here or there.
"Of course." He said, moving on, "they wouldn't make it this easy. I'll just have to--WHOA!'
He fell foward and hit the floor hard, accompanied by a very loud clatter. Thank God he wasn't wearing his glasses. He picked himself up and turned around, focusing the beam of light on the ground. He had tripped over a large toolbox, which had spilled its contents all over the floor, making the loud noise when he fell.
He swore quietly to himself. If there were people here, they most definately heard that. He had to hide or something. And quick, too.
But there were no hiding places except the dark in here! He was screwed! He shook his head. "Think, Michael, think!"
He ran over to the daypack he had left by the doors and went back to the overturned toolbox. He spied a cloth among the contents, and used it to wipe the water off of his glasses. Replacing them on his head, he looked down and realized that the toolbox wasn't full of tools, but bits of metal and rocks. He kicked it away with a clatter.
He still had to explore the rest of the hangar, though. But could he chance it?
"Yeah, I can chance it." He said. "Here's hoping they don't have a gun or something."
He continued to search the hangar, making sure every nook and cranny was looked at.