[] You can be a customer, a bank employee, or who knows perhaps someone who came in off the street! but feel free to join =D []<br/><br/>It was a day unlike any other. People woke up in their beds, either excited to greet the day, or sullen in the repetition of their existence. Either way they rose, to get dressed and get ready for work.<br/><br/>Downtown at one of the cities most prominent bank, things were going on per usual. The tellers had opened their tills, assisting the customers with a myriad of bank duties, and everything seemed alright, no one even paid any attention to the customers who had been coming and going. Even the guards on duty were lax, I mean, it was the 21st century, nobody robbed banks anymore.<br/><br/>Around 10a.m. was when he entered, dressed in a finely tailored suit, carrying a satchel over his shoulder, seemed a little odd, but hey. When you lived in a city as big as this one, you got used to the oddities of some people. Waiting in line like everyone else, until it was finally his turn in front of the teller. A charming grin as he removed those sunglasses. When asked how he could be helped he responded by sliding a piece of paper across the way. When she opened it up, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped in shock. With a low voice, and a shake of his head. "Don't even attempt the silent alarm....the signal has been blocked." Glancing down to his watch. "The telephone lines are being cut.....now."<br/><br/>With a look around, he would see some of the other bank workers, looking at their receivers, playing with their phones, wondering how their calls were just abruptly cut off. A bored sigh. "And if you want to check your phone, you'll see that a cellular jammer has been put in place, tsk tsk tsk. Such a shame when technology fails you isn't it?"<br/><br/>He stepped back from her, one hand reaching into that satchel, and pulling out a Heckler & Koch UMP, done up in a .45 caliber, it was safe to say this little baby packed a punch. Snapping his fingers with his free hand, it was at that time that two of his associates, both of whom were dressed in very similar expensive looking suits. who had slowly moved into position would assault, and disarm the two guards on duty. Having pulled weapons from their own means. Both from suitcases. All three of them were armed with the same weapon. With a smile on his face, Luc would hop up onto the bank tellers counter, his voice loud and commanding. "If everyone cooperates we can all go home to see our families." That 'trust-me' grin still on his face. "Though believe me when I say, you play a hero, you're as good as dead." A chuckle, "And this isn't one of those empty threats, like in the movies....where if you play a hero we'll just let it slide." A nod towards the associate to his left, who was in the process of screwing on a silencer to the threaded barrel of his UMP, once on, he'd put a bullet into the head of one of the guards.<br/><br/>"So Now that I have your attention." His gaze would turn to the teller. "Why don't you get your manager, and we can get this little show on the road."