[u]Meanwhile[/u]

It felt good being back in LA. The sun, the beach, and most importantly the movies. There just so many things to take inspiration from. Too bad so few these days followed the old ways. 

Sighing, Jake coulson, A.K.A. Mr Gimmick, pulled his car to the bank he had chosen to be his target. Personally he would have broken into the Fox Plaza at night, but this time he needed to start with something visible. He gave one final look at his gear. It was a simple combo of stun gun shaped like a Beretta 92F, a Bruce Willis mask from a dime store and bulletproof vest on top of his regular clothes, with a red G painted on it.

It was an old Standard hero trick. Standards, not being as tough as Ultras, needed some extra protection from bullets, so they often used armor. However, it was hard to ensure that the enemy would fire on the armor, so they started wearing their sigils on their chests. It was something easy to shoot at, like a target, and it was put where the protection was heaviest. Protection and visibility in the same package. Perfect.

Quickly he jumped out of his vehicle and rushed to the bank. Luckily he had come here earlier to check the location of the security guards. The first one was taken out by swinging suitcase, and the others soon fell asleep from the stun darts. Jake might have been old, but he still got it.

"Yippe ki yay Motherfuckers!" Jake quoted the Die Hard movie, as he went to the cash register, "Better start shoveling money to this suitcase of mine, or I'm counting to three. There won't be a four."

The tellers, knowing what was best for them, started working. Mr Gimmick didn't kill, but it was likely these tellers didn't know it, and he could threaten. Jake looked at his clock. There should be about five minutes before the cops, sent by the silent alarm, arrived.

"As for the rest of you, behave yourselves and nothing happens. You can use your phones and cameras, but no running away or trying to charge at me. Thank you for your Co-operation."