"Why did you talk to somebody, assistant?" One of the thieves asked. Me and the girl stared at each other. Awkward. "You were their--" I started to say. I was cut off by the sound of a bomb going off, half of my building exploding, and two thieves escaping out the door. "I assure you, it's not true," the girl said. I didn't know what to do. If the girl was their assistant and I confronted her, then she'd be armed. If she wasn't and I confronted her, I'd be arrested for a false accusation. This was a tough choice.
