Funny thing that, nobody ever mentioned it the first time you went there. If you figured it out fine but they didn't tell you. Any reasonable person would find something off about the place as if it was missing something like an animated zombie, a person with their soul stripped out. It made you cold, you shivered. Light acted weirdly in there. So strange.
The man with dark glasses and an oversized bag should have been discovered by the guard at the gate but that guy was distracted by three high school kids trying to get in with their purpler and bright pink hair. It was lucky for him for his distraction would have been caught up by the man inside the control room who was taught to identify that particular brand of suspicious behavior.
The owner of the strangely shaped bag cooly unzipped his duffel bag and took out a 3o3 rifle, pointed it at the cashiers and shouted at everyone to stay the fuck wherever they were. He wanted all the money inside the bank including everything inside the vault. Someone shouted the bank didn't have any vaults...everything was taken to the headoffice at three in the afternoon and it was seven past three so they had a few tens of thousands of rupees at most.
Wait, said the man with the antique rifle, it's three already? Fuck, I forgot to adjust my watch again, shit I need to pick kids at school! He threw down the rifle, abandoned the large black bag and rushed towards the front door. He was just in time to pick up his son before they called home to his mother.
Phew. What an eventful day. Well not very productive because didn't make too much money at least didn't forget to pick the kid from school. Again.
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