[hr]
[center][h2][color=F0E68C]Aleksandr[/color][/h2][/center]
[hr]

[b]Southeast Financial District, 12th Bank of Vale; 2120 Hours[/b]

	The Bank of Vale was a very wealthy corporation. That was probably why their branches throughout the city had giant glass windows above their wide automatic doors. While stylistically impressive, and probably having security to keep it from being a liability, it was an architect's nightmare. Arch windows had been in effect for centuries, and had been successful means of viewing the outdoors, but when you make an arch progressively wider, it got progressively less stable, and it needed to be supported by other means, such as supports in the walls, and beams in the glass itself. Alek was here to cause some major property damage. 
	
	While the bank was preparing for closing time at 2130 hours, Alek was preparing to infiltrate the building. He'd have to move fast, but then again, that's what he was good at. Standing at the bus stop across the street, hood up, alone except for the patter of rain on the pavement, Alek pulled on his gloves, and slung the leather satchel containing some... less than legal stuff over his shoulder. Running across the empty street, he entered the building. 

	Most of the tellers had gone home, but there was a single light on in the lobby for the janitor and any customers who might need to go to the escalator, and a teller's window light was on upstairs. The guards were in the break room, preparing to leave, as this was the brief margin in which the guard changed to the night shift. Any guards just arriving were out back, parking, dutifully on schedule, so as long as a camera didn't catch his face, he was fine. The shadows obfuscated his head completely, so there was a little to zero chance anyone would successfully I.D. him. 

	Walking up the escalator, he stayed just outside the light from the teller's window, and headed over to the window, opening his satchel. Reaching inside, he pulled out the highly illegal, highly useful toys he had bought. Miniature plastic explosives, wired to a single detonator. Sticking it to the very corner of the window, he armed it by pushing a small black button on its miniature keypad. Walking along the observation deck to the other side of the glass portal, he placed another explosive on the window, and armed it. Just as the guards began to walk up the back stairs, Alek slid down the escalator rails, and ran out the door, across the street, and into an alley, pressing the button on the detonator.

	With a shattering of glass, followed by a loud [b]CRASH[/b], the window of the bank shattered. The explosives didn't need to be large and powerful to obliterate a window like this. A frown on his face, Alek grinned with grim satisfaction as the expensive window, worth several million dollars, lay in pieces. However, he didn't have much time to soak it in, as the alarms sounded, a klaxon that alerted the whole neighborhood. Calling up his hidden reserve of speed, Alek ran at 30 MPH, quickly exiting the scene. Making his way to his neighborhood, Alek entered the apartment building, and nodding to the receptionist, entered the elevator.

	Tonight was a successful run, even though he wasn't hired by anyone. Some things you just [i]had[/i] to do, to stick it to those scum-sucking corporate parasites that hired Mongoose.