Lacuna

Jeremy looks behind him, as panic spreads around the bank.
Handgun, locked, loaded and ready to fire.
The vault, opening.
He smiles as all the cash lays in front of him.
Begging to be bagged.
"No cameras, near to no guards."Jeremy said, Slowly.
He pauses as he looks at the manager.
His purple eyes, shining as bright as a lightbulb.
"You guys deserve to get robed."
"Stop!"Jeremy heard as his heart almost missed a beat.
He raised his hands, surrendered.
"Don't move a muscle."The guard said as Jeremy turned around.
He called his pager, eyes staring.
The guard turned around, his life's greatest mistake.
"Unit..."He stopped as he felt the cold threaded barrel of a sniper rifle, which was hiding in Jeremy's back all along.
Jeremy didn't hesitate, he never did.
He pulled the trigger.
"Hello? Did you call us?" Jeremy heard from the microphone.
"Yeah, all's well, just need to ease up on the coffee, I'm vibrating over here."He said as he was cleaning blood from his 400£ suit.
He laid his rifle where the diseased guard laid, his head, still dripping blood.
There were no fingerprints.
The Vault was completely empty.
All the guards were dead and there was no trace.
Jeremy got bored quickly of robbing banks.
He was a former hitman and an Assassin.
Skilled with all types of different firearms.
He never went Treasure hunting.
"Why not start now?"