![]() ![]() Quick change of plan, then – I'd take out the roof guard, handle the pager, etc, then wait on the roof for my colleagues to take out the second guard and the manager at the same time. ![]() ![]() The problem was an extra guard, patrolling the carpark and heading up on the roof every few minutes. The back door was open on this run – which was great, since it meant the manager would probably go for a stroll outside. In the meantime, our safecracker would kindly persuade the manager to hand over his keycard, shut off the security system and get drilling on the vault, while the two other members of our operation searched for any civilians we'd missed in the backrooms and kept an eye outside. So after I'd killed the security guard outside and sweet-talked the dispatcher on the other end of his pager, I'd waltz into the lobby – all calm and serious, like – and start tying up those innocent bystanders. Being the people person that I am, my job was to make sure none of the customers got any funny ideas about being a hero, calling the cops or whatever. ![]() But then again, aren't they all? Me and three other wiseguys would hit this bank, break into the vault and make off with the cash housed within. ![]()
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