[center][b]Pheonix, Wentworth Bank[/b][/center]

"Yeah, yeah, don't hurt anyone." Michael rolled his eyes as Finn stepped away from him, muttering, "We'll see how long that lasts." He had to admit as they walked in, this bank was pretty spiffy and impressive, no doubt it held quite the amount of cash and other valuables. And clearly just an piss-poorly guarded as most banks, considering the terrible excuse for guards that Finn trolled, causing Michael to burst out in laughter as his excitement built, "God damn you're cheesy, Pulse."

Pheonix casually walked beside Finn, letting the man deal with the situation and hand out the orders until the double doors burst open, surprising Mikey as he whispered to Finn, "Have we just been set up?" Despite his quiet concerns, Pheonix took a few steps forward before stopping and roaring at the guards, "Alright, I'm going to give you guys [i]three[/i] seconds to put your weapons on the ground before I come for you. And I'm not going to kill you, no, I'm going to cut your fucking cocks off." He drew in a deep breath, crossed his arms, and then threw them down to his sides, spewing flames from his hands that swirled and condensed into two short sword-sized beams of plasma, "[i]Three[/i]..."

[center][b]Executioner[/b][/center]

Angry did not even begin to describe Malcolm's mood as the truck swerved and came to an abrupt halt. Flannigan gripped his rifle as he shouted, "Who the hell are you?" Meanwhile, Henry spoke quietly as he pressed his finger in his ear, his words being relayed to those inside the truck through his earbud, "We got a crazy son of a bitch in a ridiculous costume."

In the back of the truck, Damion repeated Henry's words, causing the Executioner to order, "Tell them open fire. The rest of you, get the fuck out and help them. Stall him as long as possible. And close the damn doors behind you." The trio clutched their rifles to their chest and kicked open the back doors as they piled out, Damion quickly shutting them once all three were out. For the few moments the doors were open, the Executioner stared at the crazy bastard in the middle of the street, resting his enormous armored arms on his knees.

Almost immediately, Malcolm heard the sounds of five rifles going off, and got to work. Grabbing the briefcase, he popped the simple latches off and opened it, revealing a single flash drive sitting in the middle. "Interesting... All this for a little bit of circuitry," said Malcolm as he picked up the drive, examining it for a moment before stashing it in the empty mag he'd used earlier, taking two rounds from another mag to put into the empty one, then returning both to the webbing on his armor.

Outside, the sounds of screams and more gunfire erupted, but the Executioner couldn't give less of a damn about the five guards as he pulled out some C4 and rigged it to two of his detonators, placing the plastic explosives inside the briefcase and shutting it, "A surprise for our new friend..." The shouting and gunfire stopped as Malcolm put the detonators back in their pouches. Picking the briefcase and his rifle up, the Executioner kicked open the doors and hopped down, "You might want to listen to what I've got to say, friend..."

[center][b]Officer Collins[/b][/center]

Collins had continued listening to her sister complain as she ran on the treadmill until her phone lit up, sounding off a loud alert. Muttering, "Sorry, sis, I've got work to do," Collins hang up on her sister and tapped the phone's screen, a robotic voice speaking into her ear, "Bank robbery reported at Wentsworth Bank, all units report immediately, two masked suspects clad in all-black, one wearing "gay fishnet," the other wearing "a stupid ninja costume," presumed to be extremely dangerous regardless, hostages inside."

Elizabeth almost immediately mentally dropped the weights and ran out of the gym, fumbling with her keys before quickly getting into her rusty car. She had to slam the door to get it to shut all the way before turning the car on and opening her glove box, pulling out a pistol. Before she took off, she threw a police light onto the hood of her car and began the trek to the bank, moving as quickly as she could considering she didn't have her cruiser or its siren, grumbling, "Of all times I'm needed, I have this piece of junk... Move, bitch, get out the way!!"