Kay was dragging the trembling bank teller over to Leslie as fast and hard as she could pull. In her head she could hear the timer clicking down.

"Get… Get inside," Leslie muttered, to weak to make more than a fumbling move towards her chest.

Kay wanted to help. Needing to do something, but there wasn't any time left. She shouted over her shoulder, "Get down, get clear! Grenade!"

Then she threw herself through the front door of the bank, teller first.

Leslie was up on her knees. Both hands were on her chest fighting the tight spandex. Whipping the clinging material out of the way, she got hold of the deadly egg. With one flick of her wrist she tossed the grenade away.

Right under the getaway car!

A hand closing over her ankle just as…

Blam!

First, the grenade went off, splintering the car.

Then… blam!

A second explosion erupted as the car's gas tank ignited.

Miraculously no one was injured, except for the bank robbers who went up with their car.

Leslie had been snared by Kay and dragged into the safety of the bank building just before the fire ball and debris reached her.

Leslie and Kay were smiling at each other. Laying all but naked on the floor as the bank guards quickly reacted to what just happened.

Aiming their guns at the girls and ordering them to remain where they were. Keeping them like that until the police showed up minutes later. The men in blue swooped in and snapped handcuffs on both women as the guards explained about the fight they had seen outside. The best they could figure it, there must have been a falling out amongst thieves. The one thing they all agreed on was it had been the dark haired girl who set off the explosive. She had to be a part of it! Unfortunately, the teller who had been taken hostage had fainted the instant the grenade went off, so she was unable to confirm the story one way or the other.