The duffel bag was filling up quickly. It was almost rhythmic. For every sob the bank teller let out, a muffled thump of money landing in her bag would sound. "Come on, faster!" She said, keeping her gun trained on the pair of employees. She knew she didn't have much time left. The people who were coming to the bank for regular usages had either dialed 911 or ran into the street screaming by now. It was a matter of minutes before cops descended on her. It was a good thing she had a distraction primed and ready to go.

When the bag seemed full enough that it wouldn't weigh her down, the robber demanded they zip it shut. "Now slide it across the floor back over to me." The blonde could hear sirens in the distance. Right on time. Bending down to sling the bag over her shoulder, she grinned behind her mask. "Pleasure doing business with you." With that, she shut the vault and spun the lock with the two employees still inside. She took off running around the corner and almost tripped over another person. What the fuck? Why was somebody waiting back here? She balanced herself again and kept running with only one more glance over her shoulder. Hopefully he wouldn't point the cops in her direction.

Slipping out the side door of the bank, she pulled out her phone and speed dialed a number. A few seconds later, there was a loud rumble on the opposite side of the building. The screams confirmed everything for her. The debit card she had used at the ATM was really a virus that changed the functions of the machine. Now, all the money stored there was rapidly ejecting out onto the street. People couldn't help themselves when free money was involved. 

Samantha ditched her gun in the gutter, and dropped her mask back down around her neck. Pulling the hat off her head, she tucked the brim into her back pocket as she kept walking. Her shoulder length blonde hair came tumbling out. All she had left to do was get to the subway and she was home free.