As Orb Weaver and his crew combed their way through the bank's interior, Orb Weaver couldn't help but find the security in the building to be a tad lacking. Already he'd personally disposed of two security guards with nothing more than choke hold and a quick strike to the head with his gun. His team had also taken out several other guards in a similar manner, but left them alive at Orb Weaver's request. "[color=FFD700][b]You'd think they'd hire more adept security than these guys if they're protecting everyone's money.[/b][/color]" Orb Weaver muttered to one of his team as he nonchalantly went through an unconscious guard's wallet and took his money. With no further distractions, the thieves made their way to the vault room, where Orb Weaver waisted very little time setting up shop. The criminal hooked up his tablet to a key pad and began to type furiously on the device to extract the code he needed. Everything was going just as planned, with nary a flaw to be seen. Of course things had to go wrong. Orb Weaver turned to say something to one of his team only to have the words die in his throat as a security guard turned the corner. Everything seemed to run in slow motion, Orb weaver's blood ran cold as one of his team raised their rifle and fired, downing the guard with a three shot burst. Orb weaver sat stunned for a few moments before finally, "[color=FDD700][b]YOU IDIOT! I SAID DON'T SHOOT![/b][/color]" he snarled. "[b]He would've called for backup, what was I supposed to do!?[/b]", Orb weaver let out a stream of profanity out of frustration. He'd been in jobs where people had gotten injured before sure, but murder was in a whole different league. It was too late to turn back though, with most of the code having been encrypted and deciphered. "[color=FFD700][b]Alright I want a perimeter set up until this is done, guard the door. Once it's open we fill our bags and get out. By now i'm sure someone's called the police.[/b][/color]".

Exactly as Orb weaver predicted, a few people having heard the gunshots had already pulled out their phones and dialed 911. Orb weaver continued his typing, pushing the thought of the dead man behind him out of his mind with some effort.