“Welcome to Midas Bank,” Felicia said with more enthusiasm than she felt.  It was nearly 5, City Time, and she was ready to close up.  The boy was blond, young, and handsome.  He had a very nice smile.
“Thank you,” he said, and he leaned in towards her.  “I’m interested in making some deposits.  Can you help me get started.”  He winked at her.  Normally, she would have immediately blocked such a creeper line, but she giggled instead.  He was just her type. The receptionist failed notice the crowd that came in behind him, or the gun under his coat.

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