After taking a quick look at his watch, Bryan stared at the pretty young girl through the glass separating the bank teller from the banker. She fumbled with the bills, miscounting twice; Bryan had a presence that people found to be intimidating. His cell phone went off as he received a text message... fifty seconds, gtfo. Handing him a hundred dollars in cash, the girl smiled nervously and wished Bryan a good day, "Oh, I will." Bryan walked briskly out of the bank, hopped into a taxi, and headed downtown. Moments later, there was a loud explosion that could be heard for miles around the bank while debris and black smoke filled the air. The news read later that night that two hundred people died, and over $6 million was stolen from the downtown Chicago bank. Bryan shook his head and said "What a pity!", laughing as he and his comrades reveled in the satisfaction of having robbed their first bank. --- ok that's it so far. i may never pick it up again... or i might change everything lol. who knows.