[h1][color=yellow][center]Inside Apparently Not So Crummy Bank[/center][/color][/h1]

Regus took out the mask and carefully placed it over his face. He really hoped there weren't any wards that happened to be close by. He could stall the alarm going off for a while but when it did if a ward squad or any major heros showed up he was probably screwed. From what the web had provided this bank was about the same as the last one he robbed. Basic containment foam that activated on alarm, not a problem with his power luckily. All the personal had key cards that were required to get anywhere helpful, so in interest of doing this most efficiently he needed to swipe a key card. Last time he'd just powered through it and gotten lucky. Desperation did that to a person. Counting on lady luck twice was asking to be let down. How to get a card though? He couldn't just ask nicely. Probably. Maybe?

What if he BSed his way through it? The mask combined with the rest of his black clothing would probably be pretty intimidating, maybe he could pass himself off as FBI or something, like a ward or a PRT officer. Which was most likely to work? Probably a ward, he could show off his power to make it more believable. Call himself a transfer. Regus closed the laptop and stuffed in back in his bag. He quickly left the bathroom and cut in front of a line of people waiting to talk to a teller and spoke quickly. [color=yellow]"I need to get into the vault, I'm a ward, precog said it had a 78% chance of getting robbed so I got sent to deal with it, got backup if I need it."[/color] The teller looked sufficiently unimpressed.

[b]"Name?"[/b] he asked simply. Well feces. Regus passed off his apid thinking by looking skeptically at the teller and buying time by saying, [color=yellow]"What do you need my name for?"[/color]. Now it was the teller's turn to look at him skeptically, [b]"I need to enter your name if I'm going to let you into the vault, even if you are a ward."[/b] Got it, school was helpful for something after all. [color=yellow]"Sorry I'm a little new at this, transferred yesterday. Name's Drho."[/color] The teller typed some stuff and a warning sound came out. He squinted at it and sighed,[b]"Freaking behind on the paperwork as usual. Whatever, Nick cover for me, I've got a ward to take."[/b] Apparently this wasn't unusual. Perfect. Regus followed the teller deeper into the bank, watching his card periodically swipe through checks. He couldn't tell if this was more or less than nerve-racking than last time he'd done this. This time he had a plan, on the other hand he didn't know how well it would work and he wasn't running on pure adrenalin now.

They entered a fairly small room, able to fit about ten poeple in it tops, with a bunch of electronic stuff in the walls and beeping lights. The teller turned to him and said, [b]"Basic anti stranger protocols, we ask you some questions and cross check it in the databanks."[/b] He turned around and began typing something onto a keyboard placed in a wall with a small monitor above it. [b]"First question is-"[/b]" The teller's statement was cut off by Regus slamming his head into the wall, knocking him unconscious, at least. Almost immediately alarms sounded and the room was sprayed with containment foam. This would have been soo much harder if that stuff worked on him. As it was Regus barely had to tap the foam with his power and he could tear through it with ease. The building sounded and looked like it was going into lockdown, but given how close Regus was to the vault already he should be able to get there and out before any real trouble started. Still, if any PRT buggers were hanging around they'd doubtless be getting called in right now, he couldn't afford to waste any time. Then there was the nigggling doubt in the back of his mind that the Boss may have set him up after all, and when he opened up the back of the vault he'd be met by a life in prison.