GUNHILD PULVERISES THE CASH MACHINE ROBBERS by Hamlet Gunhild Bolstad slowly circled the bank parking lot. In her car She had just been to the gym in Nottingham where she had just been through a rigorous 2-hour session. It was 10 PM by the clock on the dashboard of her car and she needed cash for the next day. She did not see anyone else in the vicinity, so she pulled over to the cash machine. She was cautious because she had read there had been a string of cash holdups where people who came to cash machines at night had been robbed. This time, however, she seemed to have been in luck as the place seemed to be deserted. Gunhild was dressed very casually in a leather jacket tank top and spandex shorts fingerless leather gloves and calf length boots. All she wanted to do was get her money and go home, she had to work 24-hour shift at the ambulance the next day. Gunhild was an ambulance driver and worked as a senior paramedic dealing with serious medical problems and rescue missions. She liked the fact that she had one day on and two days off, but the workday could at times be a long one, and very tiring, so Gunhild wanted to get home and get to bed. After one last look around, she got out of her car, and walked quickly to the cash machine. She put her card in, punched in her pin number, and then punched in £100. As she stood there, she felt exposed considering the recent robberies, but she took comfort in the fact that she could hear the machine whirring and knew that her transaction would be complete in a few seconds. She took her cash without counting it and headed back to her car which was parked only a few feet away. Before she could get there two men suddenly materialized from the shadows. One of them held a pistol loosely in his hand. The other had a knife. "Hi there, Blondie." the man with the gun, the taller of the two said. "It looks like you just made a withdrawal for us. Now take it real slow and had it over along with your card. And give us your pin number." He reached out with his left hand for her money and debit card. Gunhild hesitated. Then she could see his finger tighten on the trigger. No amount of money was worth getting shot for, she reasoned. "Come on, Blondie, we usually don't shoot people to get their money, but we will if we must. Hand it over!" The tall man said, "Mike, take this card. Blondie is going give us the pin number, and then we can get some real money." Gunhild had just put a lot of the money she had received from her aerobics and self-defence classes she taught at the gym into her bank account She was planning to put it into her savings but had not got round to that yet. She could just see these two vagrants walking away with thousands of pounds of her money. The one called Mike, the shorter but stockier of the two, took the card and walked the short distance to the machine. "Come on Blondie, give us the number. "6005" said Gunhild. " See what else she has in her purse." said Mike. "Good idea" replied the tall man named Davy. He began rummaging around in Gunhild's purse. "Her pin number is the same as her address." he said looking at her driving license. "Typical dumb blonde trick." he continued. "Not smart enough to remember a random number, so they use a number they already know like an address or part of a phone number." he was laughing to his partner as he said this. Mike slid the card in the slot in the machine. It asked for pin number and he entered 6005. "Invalid pin number. Please try again" came up on the screen. "Hey Davy, we've got a problem. The Blonde bitch gave us a wrong pin number." he shouted. Davy turned his head as Mike called out to him. As Davy's head was turned, Gunhild knew it was now or never. Her right foot shot out driven by her powerful, muscular 23" thighs. Her foot collided with Davy's gun hand and the pistol flew out of his hand and clattered to the pavement several feet away. Davy grabbed his wrist which was probably broken. Gunhild took his broken wrist in both hands and twisted. Davy screamed in pain. Her knee powered by that same powerful thigh slammed up into his groin. Pain and nausea flooded Davy's body, and he folded over clutching his injured balls. Gunhild took a step back from him and brought her right fist up from the ground in a vicious uppercut that smashed into Davy's face just under his chin. The force of the potent punch lifted him up off the ground and dumped him on his back, stunned if not out cold, with blood running out of the sides of his mouth. Mike had been frozen in place as Gunhild dealt with Davy. Now he came running at her. "You Blonde foreign bitch, I'll cut you up in a thousand piece!" he shouted waving his knife. Gunhild turned to face him. "Listen, arsehole, put that knife away or I'll make you eat it." she said to him in a very calm, low voice. Even though her voice was calm, Gunhild was not, she was incredibly angry. Mike cautiously approached her. He slashed at her, Gunhild leaped back, and the blade just nipped through the material of her tank top. Mike was a little bit intimidated as he could see her strong shoulders and huge biceps and triceps which were not covered by the tank top. He made another pass at her with the knife, just nicking her hard-abdominal muscles as Gunhild again leaped out of the way. A thin trickle of blood ran down from the small cut. Gunhild put her finger over it, then licked her own blood off her finger. "We'll see what yours tastes and looks like in a minute if you do not put that knife away and get the hell out of here!" This time as he slashed instead of backing up to avoid it, Gunhild stepped forward and blocked the knife hand with her left forearm. Her forearm was so hard, Mike thought he had hit a tree. The shock ran up his arm, momentarily paralyzing it. "The aerobics lessons are paying off" Gunhild thought as she shifted to get all her body weight behind her right fist as she drove it deep into Mike's stomach. His knees turned to jelly, and he started to fold up. Gunhild grasped his knife hand and twisted, causing the knife to fall out on the ground. Gunhild kicked it away. She had stopped his descent by her hold on his arm, so she blasted another brutal shot to his belly with her hard-right fist. This time the nausea and pain got the best of Mike and he puked all over himself and the ground in front of him. "You could use a few more sit-ups and crunches, bud" Gunhild said to him. Gunhild patiently waited for him to quit puking, then she locked the fingers of her left hand in his hair and pulled Mike to his feet. Again, and again now she positioned her rock-hard fist into his already damaged gut, each savage punch followed by a loud moan from Mike. WWHHUUMMPP!!! OOOFFF!! TTHHUUMMPP!! AAAGGG!! WWHHOOMMPP!! UUUNNNGGG!! TTTHHHUUUDDD!! OOOOAAAHHH!HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Finally, she stopped the cruel belly battering. Mike dangled in her left hand. He had left the world of consciousness some time ago. Gunhild let him drop to the pavement. She gathered up her things including her money and cash card and started to her car. Davy was coming around, beginning to get up to his knees. Gunhild put her purse in her car and returned to where Davy was crawling around. "I hope you jerks have learned your lesson." she said to Davy. "Yes maam," Davy said, trying to be very respectful of this Blonde Norselandic Bomber who had knocked out him and his partner. "Well, I just have to make sure." she said. Davy was still on his knees when he saw her leather clad fist start to descend toward his jaw. Then there was a flash of pain, then nothing as everything turned black. Gunhild rubbed the knuckles of her punching hand, her right hand in this case, and a smile flitted across her face. She got in her car and as she started to drive away, she called the police on her mobile phone telling them that they could find the cash machine robbers in the bank parking lot. By the time the police arrived all that was left was a pool of vomit, and a few spots of blood. Davy and Mike had come to and were gone. Any comments to norselandic@hotmail.com TO BE CONTINUED