"We've got something suspicious over here" the man monitoring the feed of surveillance cameras relayed the message into the security guards' headset. The bank was not as grandeur as many of the others in New York City, but it contained enough money for a thug to be content with. Peter Sanchez was such a man. Not grasping for that which was out of his reach, but content with what he could achieve. Dressed in a obviously suspicious brown trench coat and a round hat, he approached the cashier, the security guard already raising his gun towards the large and suspicious individual. "I'd like to make a withdrawal" he said calmly, then with inhuman strength, threw the cashier against the wall, breaking many of their bones. Gunfire startled all the customers as they began to run out of the bank, bullets bounced harmlessly off the man reptile, as he turned around and punched the innocent security guard into unconsciousness with minimal effort.
Making his way to the bank vault, the individual began using all his strength to tear the metallic vault door open, it was barely enough, but the vault door gave way, almost falling on top of him. Too easy. He entered the vault, eyeing all the money stored there. Greed is good. He removed a rough and thin sack from his coat, beginning to take all he could manage. Unbeknownst to him, the staff had a back up plan. A silent alarm which they could use to contact the police, who were now already on their way. Any heroes listening in would also know about the bank robbery. Got what I need, time to leave. Peter exited the vault, throwing his trench coat and round hat aside onto the floor. He walked towards the bright light leading out into New York City, expecting minimal resistance on his way out.
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