The man was in such a hurry to get out of the bank building, yelling and waving his gun around, that he wasn't spending much time looking where he was going. No sooner had he cleared the doorway until he ran right into Leslie and Kay. Slamming hard into the redheaded Kay before he could stop himself.

Or bring the gun to bare on her. "Hey! Watch it!" Kay yelled. Her arms were already moving. Coming up quickly with both, Kay had one hand closing over the arm holding the gun, as the other knocked the weapon up at an angle away from herself and most of the people still standing around on the street.

She hadn't been expecting anything like this, and now that she was off balance, Kay was in the wrong position to disarm the man, or flip him away from her. So Kay went limp, letting the man's forward momentum carry him on down to the ground as she pulled on his arm. The two of them falling into a tangle of arms and legs.

"Fuck you bitch! Let go of me!" the gunman yelled as he tried to roll away, only Kay wasn't about to let go of the gun.

"Whatever happened to manners? Nobody ever says sorry anymore," she complained loudly as she tried to get her legs out from under the man.

The bank door had opened with a second gunman running out. He wasn't moving nearly as quickly after seeing his buddy go down. At first the second man thought his friend had only been clumsy and had fallen down. A thought he quickly changed as he saw Leslie moving towards him.

"You could save us all a lot of trouble if you just drop the gun now," the brunette said as she closed in on him.

"You got trouble alright!" She had to be kidding him. Who did this half naked bimbo think she was dealing with? The man leveled his gun right at Leslie's belly, his finger pulling on the trigger.

Only she wasn't there when the bullet fired. She had tucked her legs up and was throwing herself at his legs. Bowling him over as she struck him at the knees.