Aron looked towards the camera mounted on the ceiling, aimed his hand at it, and with a single concentrated thought, a beam shot out from his wrist and knocked it onto the floor, shattering it. He took off his mask and winked at the worker. “You never know.” He then started looting. He didn’t take too much. The man could always claim there was a robbery, but there would have to be some money missing. “Sir, can I borrow some cash?” The man nodded and handed him about $20. Aron smiled. “Thanks.” He was happily grabbing sodas and chips when he heard the creak of rusty hinges. He mentally cursed. He hadn’t checked the bathroom. Aron quickly turned around in one fluid motion. “Freeze. Right. Now.” His wrist was aimed at the door. It had closed quickly, and he stepped slowly towards it. “Come out with your hands up.” He had been on the road long enough to learn how to take care of himself, and he wasn’t gonna let anybody rob him blind, nor kill him. He tried opening the door. Locked. He aimed his wrist. “I’d back away from the door if I were you.” He fired. It shook, and he heard a hinge break, but still it hung on. He fired once more. So close. He fired again, and finally it fell, falling into the bathroom. He heard a clang. “Back up. Now.”