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straddled him and pounded his face with her fists as the bag snatcher screeched out in pain.
    "Get her off me!" he cried trying desperately to defend himself from the flurry of her blows.
    Agent Two reached them just as she delivered a crunching elbow straight to his mouth.
    "Ethel, Ethel," soothed Agent Two, laying a hand on her frail shoulder.  "He's had enough!"
    Her head snapped back with her lips curled back almost feral like and he saw the madness in her eyes and took a startled step back.
    "It's me Ethel!"
    Recognition flooded her eyes and Ethel blinked a few times with her fist poised in the air ready to strike another blow.  Gently Agent Two offered her his hand and helped her off the bruised and bloodied thief.
    "What the hell is she?" cried the thief turning his head and spitting a tooth onto the ground.
    "I don’t know for sure," replied Agent Two scratching his head.  "But she's remarkably fast and has the reflexes of a cheetah.  Sort of like an out-of-date ninja."
    "She's insane, she should be locked up." he whimpered, flinching away from Ethel who growled menacingly.
    "The bag." said Agent Two holding out his hand and waggling his fingers.
    The thief tossed him the bag which he caught then turned to face Ethel.
    "How did you move like that?" he asked.
    "Senior Pilates and water aerobics," she answered.  "It keeps me light on my feet."
    "Ahhhh," answered Agent Two still frowning.  "Say, who's holding Gary up?"
    "Oh my!" cried Ethel as she turned and ran over to Gary who was face down on the platform.
    "Smash him up mum!" said the muffled voice of Gary.
    They helped him into an upright position then Agent Two wandered over to the woman whose bag had been stolen.
    "Here you go, ma'am." he said, before walking back over to Gary and Ethel.
    "Peppermint?" snarled Ethel thrusting the packet under his nose.
    "Why yes, very kind of you Ethel." said Agent Two plucking a mint from the packet and popping it into his mouth quickly.
     

5.
     
    Day-light robbery at the jewelers
     
     
    Max pulled the black balaclava down over his head and adjusted the eyeholes before staring at his three accomplices huddled in the back of the battered Ford transit van.
    "Balaclavas, gentlemen." he ordered.
    Nodding grimly the men tugged the woolen masks down over their faces, awaiting further instructions.
    "Remember just like we discussed already." said Max holding up a gloved finger.  "This is a smash-and-grab and you got yourself three minutes, no more.  It's very simple, get to the display cases, smash them, grab what you can and stash in your bags.  Tom will be waiting outside with the engine running.  In one-hundred and eighty seconds he leaves, and if you don’t make it, he goes without you.  Make it quick, don’t lose your heads in there and if we pull this off we're rich men, do you all understand?"
    The men looked at one another then nodded their heads in understanding.
    "Good, okay, now for a final equipment check.  We got new plates on the van?"
    "Check!" said a muffled voice.
    "Watches?"
    "Check!"
    "Duffle bags?"
    "Check!"
    "Baseball bats?"
    "Check!"
    "Gun?"
    "Check!" said a man pointing the handgun at Max's temple.
    "Bradley, please remove the barrel of the gun from my head," said Max in exasperation.
    Dutifully Bradley lowered the weapon and shrugged his shoulders.
    "Why are you fidgeting with your mask, Bob?" asked Max staring across at another one of his accomplices who was pulling the fabric away from his face.
    "It feels quite claustrophobic wearing this balaclava," he muttered.  "Plus I don’t like the moisture of my breath against the inside fabric."
    "That's such a terrible inconvenience to you Bob, and I hope during this uncomfortable and difficult time for you that you can persevere so you can participate in this armed robbery and conceal your face.   Anyone else have a problem with the balaclavas?"
    "My head is pretty big and I don’t feel claustrophobic at all."
    "Excellent David, what about you