Anna stared mindlessly at the clock on the far wall, the ticking off the clock seemed to be moving in slow motion, if it was even moving at all. A phone rang in the distance, a shuffle of files, this office had to be the most boring place she'd ever been. Gotham National Bank, who'd have known! With its glossy marbled floors and daily billionaire customers... Anna snapped out of her daze, wiping drool from her lip. 'It'll be fabulous work experience DAAWLING!' Yeah thanks Aunt Penny, great work experience up here with the accountants. I'm a young vivacious student for God's sake, give me some damn interesting work!

'Anna!'

Anna's head jumped up from the book it had been lying in, 'Wh- What?'

'Enjoying ones self I see?' Penny smiled her atrociously cheesy grin.
'Of course..' Anna smiled back, closing the book over and smoothing down her hair. 'Too much not to do me a favour no?' Penny tapped a pencil of Anna's head, making her grimace.

'No, no! Not at all, especially if it involves me getting you a coffee maybe? Down in that place a few blocks away..?' Anything, anything, to get out of this lifeless morgue.

'Oh! HA-HA-HA-HAA!' Penny gave a massive chuckle, shaking the airwaves of the silent office, 'Oh aren't you a treat! A few blocks away! How mean would I be sending you off that far!'

'Bu-'

'NO no!' Penny swatted Anna once again while she fought the urge not to grab the pencil and fling it at her chubby eyeball, 'I wouldn't HAVE it! Its far less a favour I need ask in reality...'

'Oh, well... whatever you need then...' Anna's mind wandered, betting anything she'd have her sorting filing cabinets like yesterday. 'Precious!' Penny gave Anna her award winning grin once again, 'Fetch me a box from upstairs would you be so kind?'

Anna smiled in somewhat relief, no filing cabinets and a chance to stretch her legs, 'Yes, of course.'

'Its a rather large one mind you, you might need a trolley from the roof?' Penny waved her hand, 'But you'll figure it out, it'll be on aisle C in the storage room, category number 441...' Penny stopped her hand waving at stared at Anna, 'Are you writing this down then?'

'Oh, oh sorry...' Anna grabbed a pen and paper and started scribbling down. 'You know I would do it myself, but I've got to be downstairs at reception now? That's the only reason I ask Darling.' Penny flashed her white teeth.

'Just bring it to my desk...No, actually yours...I might have you work on it later.'

'Of course.' Anna muttered, sticking the pen back in its holder. 'WHY thank you Darling! I'll see you later then Toodle!' And with that and a flurry of pink wooly blazer, Penny was off, leaving Anna sitting on her chair with her instructions.

Step 1: Trolley from the roof

Anna poked the elevator's posh gold button for the top floor, this place was swanky. The elevator was massive, three times the size of any average one she'd been on. And with marbled floors and mirrors everywhere, Anna stared at her own reflection, trying to mimic Penny's ridiculous smile. She looked every bit the student. Her first day felt so casual but Penny assured her it added youth and vitality to the workplace, whatever the hell that means. But she was comfy, so she didn't give a toss.

The elevator didn't make a sound as it opened onto the roof, fresh air hitting her face, she froze. A man, standing about half way across the rooftop, fumbling with a bag, his back facing her. Another, lying face up a few feet away with a clown mask on, nearly making her jump at the thought he was looking at her. But he was still, and blood gushed from his skull, a gun lay beside him. What kind of gun she hadn't a clue but she picked it up anyway and pointed it at the other, whose weapon was also on the ground. 'Put your hands up or I'll shoot you.'

What in the holy heck are you doing, you're holding a gun, there's a dead man right beside you. Anna put thoughts of reason to the back of her mind, she had the upper hand, he had no weapon. What else could she do? Get in the elevator and press a button only to be shot in the back? Run? Yeah fat chance. Just act confident, act like you know what you're doing.

The man froze just as Anna had, and his head creaked slowly around revealing another clown mask. 'Lets n-'

'Put your hands up.' Anna said, louder this time. The man's hands rose slowly. 'Get in the elevator. Now.'

Anna walked towards the right as the man walked forward into the elevator. 'Get on the ground, in the corner, on your knees with your hands behind your head.' The man merely stared at Anna, his mask taunting her. 'I'll shoot you like you shot him, you know it.' Anna glared at him, holding the gun tighter. He lowered himself to his knees slowly, still staring at Anna, who stared, unflinchingly back. She walked cautiously into the elevator, the opposite side to him, 'You make a wrong move, you're dead. I won't even look where I'm shooting, I'll just fire at you.' She felt the elevator buttons with her left hand, still gripping the gun in her other hand and pressed the ground floor button.

'Oh good.' The man spoke, 'That's where I'm going too.'

Anna didn't reply, her mind suddenly racing. He was hardly alone, this wasn't a solo robbery. She gulped. Soft jazz music played in the background and the clown face stared point blank at her. 'Ping'

The door opened to a huge crash as a bus drove though the wall to the elevators right and both Anna and the clown moved to the ground. 'Get out!' Anna shouted and he ran forward into the main hall of the bank, followed by Anna. 'What th-' Anna muttered, taking in her surroundings. People cowered at the edge of the room in silence, the manager lay motionless on the ground, and two men, wearing a similar mask as the man Anna pointed her gun at, were throwing bags into the bus. 'Hey!' Anna shouted, causing the two men to turn to her, 'Stop what you're doing or I kill your friend.'

'Ha!' One of the men threw his hands up, 'Look at this, got caught by a little girl.'

'Shut up.' Anna pointed her gun higher. 'Boss won't be happy when he finds out you got caught out to that.' The same guy ignored Anna.

'I'll shoot your friend!'

A sudden 'zip' sound and the clown from the roof fell to the floor. Anna gasped in horror. 'What th-', another 'zip' and the clown talking dropped. One remained, 'zip', an unbearable pain seared through Anna's right hand, the gun fell and clattered on the ground. Her face contorted as she clutched her hand and stumbled backwards. Pain like nothing she'd ever felt before, she was unable to see the bullet lodged in her skin with the amount of blood seeping out. She didn't see him leave but the sound of the bus leaving faded in the background, followed by ambulance sirens all blocked out by pain.