Prudence's hand tightened on the netting as she watched Samantha pick the lock on the front door. The sight of this cheered Prudence. At least some part of the old Samantha remained intact, even if it that part was being used for evil.
Samantha opened the door and Wendell signaled for Prudence to get ready. At last Joseph trotted up to Samantha so they could enter the bank. The net fell onto them before they got in the doorway. "We got them!" Wendell said.
Prudence tried to follow him down the makeshift stairs, but he rushed ahead of her and disappeared around the corner before she made it down the first step. "Wendell, come back!"
She stepped onto a lobster trap that this time snapped beneath her weight. She threw out her arms as she fell to grab onto something, her fingers catching the handle of a tackle box. She hung in the air a moment before the box tipped over, dumping her the rest of the way to the ground, landing on her stomach.
A sharp pain stabbed her in the ribs with every step she took as she made her way around the bank. Before she got there, she knew something had gone wrong. She heard Wendell cry out followed by a thump, like a body hitting the ground.
"Wendell?" she said as she rounded the corner. She saw him laying on the sidewalk, unconscious, a gash on his forehead. Samantha stood over him with a pair of blunt-headed scissors, slashed remains of netting lying at her feet. Joseph remained snared in the net, struggling like a wild animal to get free.
"He can't hear you now," Samantha said. She held up the scissors. "Time to die, piggy." Prudence ran.