“Good afternoon Gentlemen! Ladies! The Workers that run this fine bank! I’m here to make a rather large withdraw so I’m going to have to cut in line!”
Gunfire explodes from the entrance of the bank as ten men in ski masks and business suits rush in. The man yelling stands at the front of them. He wears a black domino mask, a very expensive black suit, and a silver cane with a large diamond at the hilt. The guards of the bank attempt to draw their weapons but are shot down by the robber’s automatic weapons.
“My friends here are going to make sure that no one tries anything cleaver.”
The robbers gather everyone to the center of the bank and strap C4 packs to their chests.
“Now where is the bank manager?”
A man in a blue suit raises his hand.
“Fantastic! Quickly pick one of your employees and come over here.”
The bank manager and a woman in her early twenties walk over to him.
“Hello, I’m Greed.”
He pauses for a response, after a silent fifteen seconds, “And you are?”
“Tony Waterman,” the manager says in fear.
“And how about the lovely lady, and I do mean lovely.”
Greed begins to brush the hair from her face and rub his thumb against her bottom lip. She begins to whimper, tears start to fall as she says, “Clair.”
“And a lovely name as well! Lust would have a field day with you.”
Greed grabs onto her shoulder and pushes her down to her knees. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a platinum plated revolver. Greed puts the gun to her head and looks to the manager.
“Now Tony, you picked her but not to die. Right now you get to pick again, you get to pick if she dies here or not. Open the vault.”
“I don’t know the codes.”
Bang! The fires spraying blood, meat, and hair onto the ground. People begin to scream in reaction to Clair’s limp body fall to the ground. Greed grabs hold of the manager and drops him down to his knees.
“Open the vault.”
“I’m telling you I don’t know the codes.”
“We are all sinners but I am sin!”
Greed begins to walk to a desk behind the counter.
“Let me introduce myself to all of you! I’m Greed. I was once like all of you. Living day to day in my shit life. Until I found a pair. I went out and took the things I wanted! Money, women, and all of the finer things in life. Contrary to what you all are thinking right now! I don’t enjoy killing people; I’m simply proving a point. Here it is. I knew he had the codes. I’m not a moron! If I ask any of you a question assume I know the answer!”
He grabs an envelope from the top shelf of the desk and holds it into the air.
One of the men in ski masks grabs the envelope and runs down stairs with three others.
“You’ll never get away with this, Honor will stop you.”
One of Greed’s men grabs a woman from the crowd and pushes her to Greed.
“Who was it you were talking about?”
“Oh yes! Honor! The red headed vixen that protects this city. I can’t wait to meet her.”
Two men from outside run in and yell, “She’s here!”
Honor bursts through the door hitting both of them with stun batons. She leaps into the air, in one fluid motion she sheathes the batons and pulls her bow and aims directly at greed as she lands on a table.
“Bravo! Bravo! I would ask for an encore but I’m sure that would involve me, and sorry to say I’m not much of a dancer.”
Greed pulls a golden pocket watch from his pant pocket and looks at the time.
“You must be Honor! I’m Greed. It’s truly a pleasure.”
“Pleasures all yours I’m sure. Put your weapons down, no one else has to get hurt today.”
“Your right. But people will die today, not you though. Don’t worry we have big plans for you.”
“I am one of seven you see. I am the messenger! I’m just here to get my fee.”
“What’s the message?”
“The seven are here! And we want to play with this city!”
The men emerge from down stairs with eight black duffle bags.
“Boss we’re all set, twenty seconds.”
“Perfect! Our work here is done! I’m sorry Honor I have to get going. I have big plans with this money.”
“Your not going anywhere but a jail cell Greed!”
“HA! Honor I would love to talk about your eventual capture of me but I don’t have time.”
An explosion rips apart the wall opposite of the entrance of the bank. The robbers run from the bank through the newly opened hole.
“Honor! I wouldn’t worry about us. These people don’t have much time so I would tend to them.”
Greed pulls a device from his jacket and presses a large red button. Timers on all of the C4 packs begin to count down from three minutes. Greed and his men run to a large semi outside of the bank and speed away. Honor begins to type on the palm of he left hand. Both her hands begin to glow white. Light explodes from her body and shorts out all electrical devices within thirty yards.
“This is Tina Lee reporting from First Choice National Bank at the heart of the city. One hour ago thirteen masked men robbed the bank. One of which called himself Greed from what victims described. Here is an artist rendering of what the man looks like. Thankfully Honor arrived quickly to bank and saved the lives of twenty-six people but unfortunately failed to save two employees of the bank. Eleven of the thirteen men also escaped the scene but police officials state that they hope to have the whereabouts of the other men within the hour.”
“Turn this crap off!” yells a man on a couch from inside of a poorly lit room.
“I have returned my friends and look I brought presents!” yells Greed as he enters the room.
“We hear the Honor busted in on your party,” says a woman standing next to a boarded up window.
“Yes she’s a beautiful woman, Lust you should meet her next,” says greed as he drops the eight duffle bags on the ground.
“I would love to but Pride gets to go next.”
“Oh that’s why he’s not here gracing us with his presence.”