*I part my jacket, revealing a thick ballistics vest. I draw a large, Russian assault rifle, shortened so it could be concealed. I fire the rifle in the air. Shouting.* "Get down, everyone! We aren't here to hurt you, and we aren't here to rob you!" *I motion towards the skylight, and two other suit wearing furs repel in, both wearing masks, and carrying large rifles. I walk over to one of the managers, and zip-tie his hands, taking a key card from him.* "Bull! Drake! Take this to the back, get to the counting room!" *I toss them the card, and begin zip-tying their paws together.* "Now, just stay down, and don't try anything funny!" *I spot Acon, and fire a few rounds near the counter.* "Drop it! Come on, we aren't looking for bloodshed. Just drop it!"