The Bank of Equestria, one of the most used and safest places for storing bits. Throughout history there has never been a place better. The guarantee of its integrity has never been challenged, but today, that's all about to change.
The date is Sunday, February the fifth, it's a bright afternoon. I'm a bank teller; I like to think that I do something, something useful. Helping ponies balance their checkbooks, figuring out a mortgage plan for them, giving advice on investments. But now I know, that's all bullshit, although I like to think positive right now, it's impossible. The things I've done for this bank, for seven long, fucking years. They don't mean anything.
I was supposed to be promoted today, to be the bank manager, but just as the clock struck noon, my Cinderella story was over. The name of an employee with four years less seniority than I was made the manager. I was heartbroken sure, but after seeing how quickly something so meaningful, so important could blow away in the dust. I knew that there was no hope for this bank anymore. It's five thirty, and after I've finished with this client, I'm leaving, forever.
The last few minutes went on for the unnamed stallion. He helped figure out a housing situation in the best way possible for a family. The smiles on their faces lit a single light in his heart, but it wasn't enough to make him stay.
Before the family could get even get to the door, the smiles on their faces were tragically wiped. The power was cut leaving no trace of light inside the bank, other than the setting of the sun through the nicely shaped windows. There was no alarm; no flashing red lights, but the doors flew open with a distinct purple aura. Through the door piled in what looked to be six ponies, all wearing black masks over their heads, black duct tape over the spot where their cutie marks should be, and automatic rifles.
This wasn't a drill; four security ponies came down a set of stairs. Before the first pony's hooves hit the floor, all four of them were cut down in a hail of metal. The family, previously standing near the door, was now cowering in fear; the parent's both hugging their foal. They were scared, scared out of their minds. There were two more ponies in the lobby, a mare, and a stallion. Both in the same position, shivering like it was below thirty degrees, hooves on their heads, eyes closed so they wouldn't be targeted for making eye contact. This seemed like one story that would end a chapter short.
Behind the counter the unnamed stallion and another male teller, were cowering underneath the counter. The latter was wildly pushing the silent alarm button, while the former was cursing under his breath. One of the armed extended their wings, which were a bright cyan, and sped across the lobby, over the family, the mare, the stallion, and the counter. The pony calmly walked over to the colt pressing the button, but to anyone else that walk would have been described as: intimidating.
The pony then proceeded to bash his face with the butt of the rifle. A few drops of blood hit the floor before he was pulled out from under the counter and tossed onto the hard marble floor. A pool of blood slowly started to form. The unnamed stallion was then pulled out from the desk. He was scared as well, but he didn't care half as much about his life now, than he would have yesterday.
Instead of bashing his face in under the desk and throwing him out along with his other co-worker, the pony dragged him over the desk and along the floor to the others.
"This one might be useful" from what was said anypony could have deduced that the voice was female.
"Good work" said one with a purple horn sticking out of her mask.
The other four had taken up positions in the four corners of the bank, separated the bank's staff on the right side of the bank, and put the civilians on the left. The stallion's captor was about to leave him to her cohort and check upstairs, if it weren't for a distinct sound in the distance. It was sirens.
In only a matter of seconds, lights flashing red and blue emanated from outside the facility. The assailants were mortified; most of them looked like they were going to shoot themselves. He could see that the purple horned one was contemplating it the most.
The Manehattan Royal Guard would have had the upper hoof in this equation, but there was one overlooked variable: hostages. They had no time to waste. With a head bob from the unicorn, the pegasus picked up the stallion and dragged him to the door. Once they were there she opened the door making sure her hostage was in front of her.
"WE GOT HOSTAGES! IF YOU COME ANYWHERE NEAR THE BANK THEY'LL BE NOTHING MORE THAN ROTTING CORPSES!" on the tall buildings near the bank she could see snipers on their rooftops. "THIS IS A WARNING!" quickly she pushed her AK into the stallion's back making him extremely uncomfortable. She fired three rounds into his back, then quickly ran inside, locking the door as well.
One of the snipers atop a building adjacent to the bank confirmed it. He was dead.