Reaper reached the front door of the bank. He'd admit it, he was impressed by how well the young lady handled herself, but she was still going about it all wrong. So once again, he'd bail her out.

Without a word to Agent, Reaper racked a load into his shotgun, pulled the pin on the flashbang grenade he held, then flung it in through the doorway. With a loud pop and harried exclamations coming from inside, he knew it was time to move, he slipped around the door and brought his shotgun up, taking aim at his first target.

A crack like thunder resounded through the lobby as the man was thrown backwards, his torso ripped wide open by the buckshot. In a panic, the blinded crooks turned on the source of the noise and opened fire. Reaper was just able to leap sideways over a counter before he was torn to shreds. A bullet or two grazed by his arm, he grunted at the initial sting and did his best to shrug it off- the pain could wait.