The alarm went off shattering the errie silence that beheld the bank. Six guards responded immediately, their footsteps could be trailed from underground as they all met in a single room. In the middle of the room was a tall figure with blondish hair in an all black suit. On the floor in front of him was the desk receptionist who had sounded the alarm. The figure stepped over her body and moved toward the vault.
"Hold it right there! Get your hands up! Now!" the guards commanded. Ignoring security, the figure continued to work on decoding the combination.
We will open fire," the guards warned. Their fingers itched on the trigger of the standard-issue M9 Beretta.
"Three! Two! One! Fire!"
The security guards open fired at the man, aiming for center mass. Dust clouds soot around the room as bullets ripped through chunks of plaster and dented metal from the vault door. When the clouds cleared, the only thing they could make out was the open vault door.
"Where is he?" the guards wondered as they moved in. Suddenly, the guard in the front was whacked with a heavy bag of money. The other five whirled around and open fired at who they thought was the perp, but accidently shot their cohort instead.