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5'9, while Jon was a measly 5'6. Both had blonde hair, but hers was brighter, more vibrant than his dirty, near brown shade.
    They both watched as a woman walked by in expensive workout clothing, carrying an MP3 player on one hip, a brand new cellphone on the other, and a nice chunk of diamond on her finger. She wore the best labels and flaunted their logos with each step.
    Ivy looked at Jon with her bright blue eyes, and nodded. He grinned and cracked his knuckles in preparation. Together, they snuck up on the woman, as she jogged in place, waiting for the light to turn.
    They waited at the edge of the alley, peering out at their prey. Ivy held Jon’s shoulder, restraining him from their task.  
    "Remember, in and out. We don't want her hurt, ok?" Ivy said.
    "I know, I know," Jon replied, anxious.
    "Go then," Ivy said, releasing her grip on him. Jon ran, closing the distance between him and the woman. Before she could figure out what was happening, he had the phone and the MP3 player in his hands. She flailed at him, screeching as she did. Jon took a slap to the face, and Ivy giggled at the scene.
    "Bitch," he said, trying to grab her hand while she continued to slap with the other. "Give me that ring!"
    The woman’s foot went straight into Jon’s testicles, crumpling the boy over. Kicking him with her running shoes, the woman became enraged. She connected with his ribs over and over until Ivy tackled her to the sidewalk. A group of onlookers gathered around to watch the scene.
    "Let go!" the woman said, as Ivy did her best to wrestle the rock from her finger.
    "Give me the damn ring," Ivy said through grunts.
    "Come on," Jon said, grabbing Ivy's shoulder. "We've gotta go!"
    "Ha!" Ivy said, pulling the ring from the woman’s finger.
    "You bitch!" the woman screamed, while trying to punch her attacker. Ivy jumped to her feet, dodging the quick attack and darted towards the alleyway.
    "Give me back my ring!" the woman screamed with tears in her eyes.
    "Holy shit!" Ivy said, running through the alley. "What happened back there?"
    "What do you mean?" Jon asked, panting.
    "You got your ass kicked by a girl," she replied with a smile across her face.
    "She was a full grown woman!" Jon said. "You said we couldn't hurt her!"
    "Who knew she would fight back so much," Ivy replied. "Those upper east side bitches usually fold; no problem."
    Once around the corner, they slowed their pace and made for an open manhole that was tucked away in a dark corner. Scanning the area, Ivy let Jon go first, then climbed down a few rungs. She strained to pull the cover back over the hole, grunting as she slid it across the pavement. Jon was waiting for her at the bottom, flashlight in hand.
    "You really should let me do that," he said, as she stepped down.
    “I don’t need you to do anything for me,” she said, shooting him a look. “Come on, we need to get back.”  
    With Jon lighting the way, they walked through the long, empty passages of the damp sewer system. Conduits the size of their arms ran down along the ceiling, while the sound of flowing water could be heard somewhere nearby. They followed a set of small white chalk marks, but they didn’t look up for them. The little indicators were written at the tops of each corner they needed to take, but they had the path memorized.
    "How much do you think we could get for this stuff?" Jon asked.
    "I don't know," she said. "A couple hundred each, maybe."
    "That’s it?" he asked. “The stone is huge!”
    “Yeah, but who’s going to pay us what it’s worth?” she asked. “A fence like O’Toole will have trouble getting rid of it.”
    “That sucks,” Jon said.
    “That’s just not the way it works. That diamond could be worth millions and O’Toole would only give us a fraction of that. Look at the bright side, we’ll eat like kings tonight. All of us.”
    As the words left her lips, they stepped out of the tunnel, and into an abandoned train terminal. Shanties, and tents covered