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𝟷𝟽ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ...
"In five, four, three, two..." The reporter counts down. "This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages." The man says into his microphone.
The alarms blare inside the bank as one of the men shout. "Hey, get them behind the counter!" He waves his gun towards the group of panicked hostages.
"Now you've put me in a position where I gotta do something I don't want to do. Hmm?" The robber speaks into the radio he nabbed. "Shit!" He yells, lowering the radio from his face as Allison approaches him from behind.
She stretches on her toes, stopping beside the man as he turns to her.
"Hey, get back with the others." He orders her.
Allison looks down. "I heard a rumor."
"What? What did you say?" He leans forward.
She cups her hand next to her mouth. "I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot." The words echo as the robber's eyes veil with white.
He looks down at his hand cocking his gun.
"Hey, dude." One of the other robbers pauses. "What the hell?"
The first man shoots one of his partners in the foot and he groans, falling down as his gun goes off causing hostages to scream.
The reporter, police officers, and everyone outside jump at the sound of gunfire and screams.
"We just heard shots from inside the bank." Jim sounds perplexed. "It's uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that." He quickly glances over his shoulder when someone shouts.
"Up there!"
The camera pans up to a kid running across the roof.
"There's some movement on the roof. Possibly law enforcement." Jim presumes, having no idea that it was actually Luther.
Luther crashes through the glassed-ceiling landing on one of the robbers and immediately bashes his head into the counter before he sends the man flying across the bank and out one of the windows.
Everyone outside jumps or ducks.
"Looks like one of the armed robbers has been thrown from the bank." Jim declares.
"Guns are for sissies." Diego runs in. "Real men throw knives." He throws two of his knives out and they curve, landing in one of the armed men, sending him into the wall, and he falls down, leaving blood spots.
