It was a normal day, at any given bank on any given day in any given city. The day was just hitting it's peak it seemed as more people began to file in the withdraw money, or collect their daily wages in order to gulp them down before the dawning of tomorrow. This created an idle chatter, usual for the kind of place on this time of day as sweating laborers and white collar sophisticates for the few, if any time they rubbed shoulders. This was interrupted by the sound of several explosions, one at the entrance, one at the safe and one in the corners of the room where the "rent a cops" were stationed. Then, an attack was amplified over the loudspeaker as the sound of groaning and dying was heard over the loudspeaker. Then, silence until someone picked up the speaker, cleared his throat and began to speak. "Good morning citizens, it is I your lovable criminal mastermind Khaotic, at your service." he paused for laughter at his fake radio DJ impersonation, which he did. "Now for anyone who wants to be a hero, the hallway leading to the loudspeaker room as well as well as the bank vault, is littered with explosives. So any heroes are free to come by, they'll just leave with one hell of a headache. Thank you, and I appreciate your understanding."
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