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Anonio unscrewed his last gas can from the blow-tourch and tossed it at the bank doors, igniting it from the inside. the glass shot back and sliced a few bank patrons. He walked in and raised his hands in the air. "Hello Cosmopolitan City, I'll be taking your hard-earned money today, and a few prisoners. everyone who doesn't want to die, raise your left arm in the air and with your right, give me all of your valuables." He pointed towards the bankers. "And you people, put all of the money available into some bags, everything electronic should be wired into off shore accounts." He rattled off the pass-codes and names of the off-shore accounts and pointed to a few of the freed convicts. "Collect the valuables. don't fail."