Vengeance:

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The bank was empty, and quiet. Sam had never seen it so quiet. But he worked on like he usually did, at that same old, dull desk. The computer waited a while before starting up and the screen flashing with an image. He sighed as he typed in his given username and password. "Bored, Samuel?" Kate asked as she walked over. Sam lifted his eyes and saw her, his eyes rolled like a tumbling stone and he replied sarcastically; "Totally not Kate." She laughed and pulled up a chair beside him; "Still being a douche to me. Same ol' Sam." She left him alone and he felt like dancing a joyous dance. He had hated Kate from the first time he heard that annoying, squeaky voice. Sam's blue eyes reflected the static screen. The tiny desk fan by his side pushed out short, weak bursts of air that made his blue hair lift in the air. The door opened and the bell rang beautifully. The tiny ding brought a smile to his face but he looked up and saw three men walk in looking like thugs. They all had tatty bomber jackets, torn jeans and fingerless gloves. "Hello how can I help you?" Sam asked effortlessly, he didn't realise the black balaclavas they all wore. When he did his hand dashed for the alarm button. One of the thugs shot the window and jumped in. The alarm began to ring and Sam stood up; "Too late!" But the thug ignored him and charged. His punches were hard and heavy and made Sam crumble to the ground above shaking legs. "Prick." He said as he walked off, he spat over his shoulder and his spit landed on his forehead. The other two thugs walked to Kate and aimed their guns at her; "Down. On the ground!" They screamed at her as she went down to her knees, her hands above her head. More thugs entered and they all were armed with guns.