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A parade. A hundred or so men and women marched down the streets in memory of dead soldiers or soldiers still fighting or ex soldiers and even those who have died protecting the world and its inhabitants. Logan marched among them with Bronson, Barbara and the rest of the Police following behind. Their arms swung high above their head and then back down by their sides. They stopped in the park. The green leaves and grass rustled in the wind. The crowd surrounded the park as did the marchers. Prayers were said and hymns were sung.

The gang weren't dumb. They knew exactly where the Police would be so they broke their way into a new bank; the last bank in the town. Not the same branch as the other banks, but the ony one left to rob. All shops and restaurants were closed for the parade so it wasn't guarded. First; they needed to take out the cameras. So they did. They found the security room and switched off all the cameras from there. Next; drill or blow up the vault door. They set up the drill, its four metal legs steadied on the floor. The drill started to work and spin around. It made its way through the metal door and eventually, it opened. They rushed in and grabbed every last ounce of cash and sprinted out. Leaving nothing behind.

The ceremony was peaceful and uninterrupted. Logan finally had some peace but then he checked his phone.

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