Dante sat on another rooftop near the bank heist, nonchalantly watching the display below him. It was a bit of a relief that the police weren’t in his face for once, though this was a good bit of commotion even for someone who wasn’t a fan of the law. He wasn’t about to even try and get involved, but he wasn’t above getting a front-row seat. His rooftop perch was a perfect vantage point...and so was his position in the crowd below. He had created a clone specifically to head down and infiltrate the crowd to get different point of view. Later when he absorbed the clone, he would gain the memory of viewing the events from up close along with his current spot.

It seemed like a typical standoff for a while until a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. As he turned his head, a man a couple of rooftops over was already making a big announcement like he was the main attraction at a circus. Not a moment later, the idiot was shooting off fireworks, for fuck’s sake. At least things were going get a bit more exciting now...and after a very short amount of time, the gunshots sounded…

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“Shots fired! Shots fired! Where’s the goddamn SWAT team!” the police captain belted over the now panicked crowd of bystanders and officers alike.

“They’re getting in position as we speak, sir!” squawked a response over the radio.

“Tell them to hurry the hell up! I want no civilian casualties!”

The failed attempt at scaring off the cops and the freak with the explosives had only caused the tension to spike. The thieves were now in ‘last resort’ mode.

“Get up, you idiot! What the fuck was that?! Did your grandma teach you to shoot?” The leader of the squad harshly scooped up his colleague and tapped the mic on his headset. “Alright, this just got too heavy! You’re gonna have to ram it in!”

A few blocks away, an armored truck awaited the signal. Originally, the truck was just supposed to park on the outside and get loaded that way, but the heavy police presence and the strange theatrics had change things up a bit. The driver gunned it around the corner and toward the back side of the bank and hurriedly positioned the truck so that the rear end was facing the wall of the bank. In the same moment, a SWAT truck was quickly unloading several agents half a block away ready to infiltrate the bank. The driver threw the truck in reverse and slammed the gas as hard as he could as shots were fired his way. Barrelling through the brick wall, he continued to crash through the bank until he got to where his crew could load up. Reaching into the passenger’s seat, he grabbed an automatic rifle ready to return fire to the fast approaching SWAT team. Another man in the back of the truck threw the doors open to receive the payload. Mere feet from where the hostages were held, utter chaos ensued as the thieves attempted to load their haul while taking fire from the agents.