She's crafty, she gets around

The hardest part about the whole caper for Jesse had been keeping a straight face as he stopped the ambulance at the police checkpoint and made astonished noises at hearing how the museum had just been robbed of a priceless historical artifact. He told the officer that he was just heading back to the hospital after a call and was carrying nothing in the back but medical equipment and a sleeping girl who’d gotten blind drunk at a party, all in perfect Swiss-accented German. Two blocks away from the barricade, Jesse pulled over into a side street and parked the ambulance.

Clambering into the back, Jesse undid the straps on the gurney and pulled the oxygen mask off of Anna’s face. “Thank you for not giggling,” he told her, smirking. Jesse opened the false cabinets on one side to reveal their stolen prize-- an ancient stone pillar, topped with a bust of Hermes and adorned with a large erect phallus sticking out of the side.

“They never could get my nose right,” Jesse quipped.

( Stolen moments... )