Followed quickly by a scream from the bank teller. The goon holding her was waving his gun around in an effort to help clear people back. The plan wasn't going down right, and the gunman looked nervous enough to start shooting at any second.

Kay had narrowly missed being hit by the swinging door. Now she was behind the armed thief with the loot, helping to pull Leslie up to her knees.

"Which do you want?" Kay whispered in her partner's ear.

"With the way my head is spinning, I can't even tell how many there are," Leslie grumbled.

"In that case you get the easy one. Take the guy with the grenade."

"You're too kind."

Kay slipped one of her sneakers off and pulled her arm back to throw. The crook holding the canvas money bags was big enough for Kay to hide behind until the very last second. The goon waving his gun around was having problems loading his hostage into the back of the car and watching the crowd at the same time. The teller had gone limp, paralyzed with fear, and now her body was folding in all the wrong ways for him to try stuffing her in the back seat.

It left him standing with his gun hand outstretched out at his side. Not an easy target for Kay to throw at, but the man was too far away for her to simply rush without risking the gun going off.

It was more the shock of being hit then the actual force of the blow that caused the robber to drop his gun. His fingers were frantically grabbing at the ground to recover his weapon, as Kay's mostly naked body sprang towards him.

Flashing right past the man with the grenade.

"What the…! I warned you people!" the money man yelled out.

He tried reaching for the charging girl, but Kay had too much of a lead. It also meant he was looking in the wrong direction while Leslie made up her mind which of the male images in front of her might be the real one. She reached up for the money bags and yanked, swinging the crook back towards the bank.