On any Monday morning, you could have heard a pin drop the bank was so quiet. But when the robbers came in brandishing their guns, the quiet was over. Their voices strident with orders, their physical selves intimidating to Mrs Jones who had just wandered in.
Once they had the attention of the tellers, they brandished large plastic bags in the faces of the terrified workers demanding they be filled.
It was all over so quickly, money stashed in the thieves’ bags, they flashed their weapons in the faces of the staff and were out the door and gone. Left behind were the workers, cringing in fear of their lives.
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