[@Sikako J]
[@Xandrya][@Ciphra][@Drifting Pollen] [@TemplarKnight07]

[i]Donny's turn to do his part. He walked past the rear of a Mercedes Benz right before it cruised off with a pair of yuppies and their driver inside. Five seconds later, the grenade he had smoothly slipped into the tailpipe went off. It hadn't even looked like he had touched the vehicle. That was some Criss Angel shit there. He then, just for good measure, turned on his heels and socked an old lady in the jaw. He whipped out his revolver and backed into the hotel, waving the weapon around like a dope as he proclaimed his intent with a fake Scottish accent.[/i]

[color=39b54a]"Oh aye, thus be a hawstage sitchyation! Drop yer' pants an' run iffin her not wantin' tah git shawt! I want three million dollars and a jet! ACH!"[/color]

[i]He forced the hotel manager to lock every set of double doors with a key, and herded everyone inside to the top floor. By the time Donny had finished all of his business, virtually every freelancer in the area would have been alerted. Explosions, sirens, police chatter... There must have been hundreds of humans locked inside with Donny, this was the sort of thing that could turn into a national tragedy.[/i]