Disclaimer: I own the rings. But nothing else...
A/N: Shegal92, I'm not mad anymore and I don't hate you. I was stressed and mad at my own life and took it out on you. I'm sorry. You've been one of (if not one of then,) my favorite author. And you've always supported my stories (strange as they may be). It's me who owes an apology. I'm really sorry.
Oh, and I just learned something about my toilet comment a few chapters ago... I was wrong... The brands of toilet companies in Austrailia make the water flush the opposite way, not the earth itself!
Monkey Fist crept into the mueseum building. Silently, he shut the camera system down. He then began searching for his prize.
Falcon swooped in from a nearby tree, praying the cameras wouldn't catch her. She noticed a moving silloute ahead and ducked into the shadows.
She caught a glimpse of the man. Cloaked in moonlight for a fleeting second, he was fammiliar; the famed Lord Monty Fiske. Falcon's curiousity pressed her to venture forward. Making little noise, she slipped through the shadows to get a closer look.
Monkey Fist whirled around. He'd heard rustling in the shadows. He leapt upon his silent foe.
Falcon felt herself fall. Large hands pinned her shoulders to the floor. She deftly kicked him in the stomach.
Monkey Fist grabbed his stomach. The pain in his abdomen was enough to distract him for a few seconds.
Falcon took advantage of these seconds and pushed him down; racing for the jewlery.
Monkey Fist leapt back into action and rushed after his opponet, to find her standing infront of a display case, perplexed.
"There's two," she whispered.
"No kidding. We could do this the easy way and split the loot, or we could kung-fu it out and wait for the police," Monkey Fist added.
The woman's amber eyes met his and she nodded.
"I take the pearl; you get the amythest and we can be on our ways," she agreed, grabbing her selected ring.
Monkey Fist was proud of his diplomacy and he took the ring as a reward for his patience. He put it on and leapt from the nearest window.