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"Well, if your security do not count. I would like to know if I'm sitting next to a bomb or must assume that the cops may storm the booth", summed up Rita and grabbed the bag.

"Stay away, I do not want trouble with Grobi."

"How will you stop me?" She asked cheekily and stuck out his tongue. Without answering, Mike grabbed her. So the plan was. But before he could moved himself into a vertical position, Rita had opened the bag and presented an unimpressive cardboard box. With a mixture of horror and dizziness Mike fell backwards with a sighing moan (or moaning sigh?).

"Damn, open it" Piet demanded. Rita opened the lid on her side slowly, but there was nothing to see through the small gap. She registered Mikes accusatory look, but her curiosity was stronger.