[b]The First Bank Of New Castle; Downtown.[/b]

The door burst open as the man kicked it in, firing bullets into the roof as his 7 accomplices all rushed the room. The masked men were all shouting and aiming their guns at the civilians who were now screaming, crying, begging and praying. "Shut yar' faces. If you all keep yer calm' and lay down on the floor everything's gonna be fine. No heroes, and you rich buggers make sure to fork over all of your valuables. Wallets, jewelry, scratch tickets, phones." Half the crew had already begun robbing the people who were now facing down on the floor, while the other half had all gotten behind the counter and were not holding the cashiers up. The silent alarm had been triggered and the cops were all coming.

The robbers made sure to turn over the blinders, so the police could not see in while they cleaned the area out. Getting the money from the cashiers they set their sights on the vault. One young man, Nicholas Marsten, was facing down on the floor, he was a police officer off duty, but he knew he would have to do something, as people were getting agitated and were about to completely panic. People who were panicking where people who were going to die. Nicholas saw how the leader was not paying attention to his side of the floor, and took his chance. Rushing the leader he tackled him to the floor, only to soon be pulled off by the other robbers.

"Didn't I fucking say' no heroes? Ya' daft?" The robber asked, hitting Nick with the butt of his gun. His men were breaching the vault, to the sound of the police outside. Using the megaphone the policeman in charge, Captain Marcus Hamilton, ordered the criminals to pick up the phone in a moment, so they could negotiate terms. The captain didn't lie, as the phone rang momentarily. The leader picked it up.

"Ello' Governor." He said with a cheeky tone, clearly meant to show the police that he was not afraid. "This is Captain Marcus Hamilton, I assume it's the man in charge I'm speaking with?" The captain asked, as was standard procedure.
"You would be correct, 'Hamill'." He responded.

"I want to negotiate a way to get the civilians out safe and sound. Is anyone hurt?"

"Not as much as they are going to be if you don't do as I tell you. Me and me boys want a black van with no windows and a full tank of gas, 2,4 million dollars in unmarked bills, and a black flight. Ya' got that?" He asked the police whom took a moment before he responded.

"The van's not a problem. But the money and the plane is going to take time. Please let a hostage go as a sign of good faith." 

The criminal smirked, as he nodded for his fellow bankrobbers to let the police man go through the front door. The man whom guarded the officer smiled, as he pulled the man off of the ground and lead him to the door, pulling him by the hair on his neck. Opening the door enough to push the man out a few feet, he then let off a word to the man. "Run." He said, as the officer began running and once he was about to get near the police cruisers that were parked outside, the man in the door drew his .40 caliber handgun and fired a bullet right into the Marsten's head, killing the man on the spot, making his limp body fall right in front of the police cruiser.

More terror ensued inside of the bank.

"You see, Captain. I don't have patience. For every twenty minutes I have to wait for my plane and my money, another hostage will be executed."

"Tick Tock."

[b]Titan Tower; Coast of Delaware.[/b]

As the conversation in the kitchen was heating up, the alarms that Mal was monitoring lit up like a fire hazzard as he was getting a call from the Police Captain down in the bank. "This is Captain Marcus Hamilton, I request immediate Titan response at the bank of New Castle. The suspects are armed and dangerous and will kill hostages every twenty minutes. Time is off the essence."

Guardian instantly changed into max gear and responded. "I got it, Captain. We'll be there momentarily, hold on." He said, before hitting the alarm button in the tower, making the alarm ring out everywhere. "Titans, suit up. Bank robbery in progress, I repeat, bank robbery in progress. Everyone report to the hangar Bay and the Titan Jet immediately."


Julian instantly got alert as soon as he heard the alarm, tossing his book aside he dashed towards his room, like the others would, as well. Getting into his wardrobe he quickly provided both fingerprints and retina scan, safety measures that he had installed for his arm-ory. Getting out his regular all black synthetic titanium arm, Julian put the arm on, and grabbed his kevlar vest and his gadget belt, heading down to pilot the Titan Jet.