"ISAAC!"

"MIRIA!"

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know but I better think fast!" The men in blue and black were chasing them as usual except this time they had no way of escape, their heavy loads on their back were weighing their running down. Isaac grabbed a wad of the cash from his bag and threw it behind him. "That should hold them up" once again Isaacs brilliance had outwitted the blue and black, they scrambled to the floor just like the spectators around them.

"Ha-ha... GREAT IDEA ISAAC!" Miria's smiling face beamed beside Isaacs as they continued to run through the streets of the big apple, their loads seemingly lighter as the money flew from he open bags. They reached another corner to an alleyway and they stopped behind it. Isaac dared a sneak peak around the corner to see no more men behind them.

"Phew!" He rubbed his head and took off his cowboy's hat. "That was a close one this time,"

"Isaac, I have a question"

"What's that Miria My dear?"

"As we've stolen all of this money, where are we going to put it?" Isaac's face dropped, he hadn't thought of that, they still had yet to buy that house they had always dreamed of, he felt slightly guilty as this wonderful woman beamed up at him inspired by his every word, but this soon faded.

"That easily answered my dear" he tilted his hat "we simply take the money and buy yourself that house we've always wanted, then we can steal more!"

"OH ISAAC you're so smart!" she hugged him around the neck and they embraced closely their usual wide smiles on their faces.

"Do you know something else Miria"

"What's that Isaac?"

"Before we do that were going to steal those radios from that 'many wires' shop down town"

Miria looked confused

"Why?"

"Because I can imagine that one day those radios will take over this world and the microwaves coming from them have already become a common talk"

"Oh Isaac!" Miria smiled even broader if that was possible and they made their way through the streets after dropping off the money in their usual dumpster, out of the way of unwanted eyes. For some reason when they got back there, the items they had put to save for later were always gone, Isaac said it was their friends who have taken it to save for them for later so Miria obviously beloved them.

It only took them a few days to come up with a good plan for their robbery, they had made the plan to wear their sister and priests outfits again as only Ferro, Miza and the other members of the Gandore and Martillo family had seen them in those costumes so they thought it was a good idea, they wouldn't be recognised.

"Isaac?" whispered Miria from behind Isaac who was walking into the shop, bell fingerling, the light outside black, perfect for their line of work.

"What's that Miria My dear?" they were pretending to be interested in the radios around them whilst talking through the sides of their mouths.

"Don't you think with all that money we could have just bought these radios?"

"Hmm, good point Miria, still I don't believe that these radio producer people should get any profit from their evil ways"

"Your right" Miria was deadly serious her tone of voice had changed to her harsher one as had Isaacs. They stood for a while then as the elderly man behind the counter went out of the shop to the back room, Isaac snapped into action. Pulling out his usual brown bag he started piling in the radios as did Miria whose bag came out from under her dress. They put the bags full of radios onto their backs and once again made their usual run out of the shop, witnesses stood outside cameras in hand staring, smiling and waving at them as they passed they clasped together their thumbs as a pose and then made their way through the alley ways they knew so well back to their usual dumpster.

"Ha-ha...a job well done i say!" Isaac patted Miria on the back.

"Yes Isaac I have to say we-"she was cut off by the sound of running and tapping of many feet. She spun round to face over ten black and blue men.

"Ohh..." Isaacs mouth hung open and he grabbed hold of Mirias hand they were about to turn and run back up the alleyway when he saw another ten men behind them, "we've been ratted out!"

"GET THEM!"

Men's hands grabbed hold of both Mirias and Isaacs hands and clasped them tightly behind their backs and handcuffing them. A car screeched into the scene and they were pulled into the back. It was all a mixture of black and blue, lights and gearing men. There was no explanation on how they had finally found them or what was going on.

After a long car journey of Isaac's comforting a crying Miria in the back of the car, with his usual kind words and a crooked smile. He was making the men in the back laugh, as they pulled into the station the car was full of smiling faces, although Mirias was rather wet and red faced.

The men who dragged him into the station where the same men who had pulled them into the car, they were less violent towards them as they were pulled through the station to an office. A man in a long backed chair, the back facing to the door so that when Miria and Isaac entered all they could see was the chair and the desk, which was unusually empty. The chair creaked as the person in it turned to face them. Miria and Isaacs faces lit up as they saw who it was, they held back their explanation just in case, they were smart which a lot of people ever credited them for.