Scandavian States
15-01-2004, 18:38
OOC: This will evolve into something more, but for now it's just a bank robbery.
Mohammed Farris was not a bad man, not real. He owned a small import/export business in Alexandria, supported his wife and three children, and had never so much as received a speeding ticket. But he was also tired of his company being overshadowed by the Saleh Import/Export Corporation, so when he was approached by a group of shady casino entrepreneurs and Islamic religious radicals who wanted to strike a blow to House Saleh interests, he readily agreed.
Now that he was entering the bank, he was not so sure. Nevertheless, he picked up a withdrawal form and sat down at a table to fill it out. He had a sudden and clever idea when he reached the withdrawal amount blank, in it he put in what he knew was the bank's entire hard currency reserves. On the back of the form where one was supposed to put any comment or requests he simply put in that his aluminum briefcase was in fact a gun and that they were to prepare the money for transport.
When he finished with the form, he went to the back of the line and patiently waited to be served. After about thirty minutes in the long line he stepped up to the teller and saw a face he vaguely recognized and at the same time didn't, for sure he knew he hadn't seen her at the bank before. "Hello, welcome to Bank Alexandria. What would you like to do today?"
He smiled kindly at the young girl, "A good day to you madam. I would like to make a withdrawal."
She returned his smile and nodded, "Very well, if I may see your form?"
He slid the paper under the teller window and placed his case on the ledge, to anyone else it looked as if he were getting his aluminum briefcase ready for a large withdrawal, he of course knew better. The girl was looking down at the form in some confusion; he knew she had reached the withdrawal amount. The look of confusion rapidly changed to one of shock and understanding when she saw the back of the form and looked up to see a small smirk on Mohammed's face and the case on the counter.
"You understand then?" He asked, when she nodded he continued, "Good, then you are place your hands on the window with your fingers spread and you are not to move from that position."
This was the queue for the four other men spread around the inside of the bank to show their weapons and order everyone not behind the teller glass to lie on the ground. The guard was coming out of the restroom just as this was happening, saw the four men with guns, and went for his revolver. This prompted the Italian man, who Mohammed suspected was a mafia hit man, to use his .45 caliber pistols to cut down the guard. The other tellers, who had not received the same orders as the girl in front of Mohammed to either cower in fear or stand in dumb confusion. This did not please Mohammed, who really preferred order and did not like to see people killed in such a stupid manner.
"The rest of you are to do the same as the girl is," he shouted at the other tellers, when they did not immediately do as they were told he barked at them, "NOW!"
Thus an uneventful day in Alexandria turned to pure terror in less than five minutes and the first such event in more than a century began.
Mohammed Farris was not a bad man, not real. He owned a small import/export business in Alexandria, supported his wife and three children, and had never so much as received a speeding ticket. But he was also tired of his company being overshadowed by the Saleh Import/Export Corporation, so when he was approached by a group of shady casino entrepreneurs and Islamic religious radicals who wanted to strike a blow to House Saleh interests, he readily agreed.
Now that he was entering the bank, he was not so sure. Nevertheless, he picked up a withdrawal form and sat down at a table to fill it out. He had a sudden and clever idea when he reached the withdrawal amount blank, in it he put in what he knew was the bank's entire hard currency reserves. On the back of the form where one was supposed to put any comment or requests he simply put in that his aluminum briefcase was in fact a gun and that they were to prepare the money for transport.
When he finished with the form, he went to the back of the line and patiently waited to be served. After about thirty minutes in the long line he stepped up to the teller and saw a face he vaguely recognized and at the same time didn't, for sure he knew he hadn't seen her at the bank before. "Hello, welcome to Bank Alexandria. What would you like to do today?"
He smiled kindly at the young girl, "A good day to you madam. I would like to make a withdrawal."
She returned his smile and nodded, "Very well, if I may see your form?"
He slid the paper under the teller window and placed his case on the ledge, to anyone else it looked as if he were getting his aluminum briefcase ready for a large withdrawal, he of course knew better. The girl was looking down at the form in some confusion; he knew she had reached the withdrawal amount. The look of confusion rapidly changed to one of shock and understanding when she saw the back of the form and looked up to see a small smirk on Mohammed's face and the case on the counter.
"You understand then?" He asked, when she nodded he continued, "Good, then you are place your hands on the window with your fingers spread and you are not to move from that position."
This was the queue for the four other men spread around the inside of the bank to show their weapons and order everyone not behind the teller glass to lie on the ground. The guard was coming out of the restroom just as this was happening, saw the four men with guns, and went for his revolver. This prompted the Italian man, who Mohammed suspected was a mafia hit man, to use his .45 caliber pistols to cut down the guard. The other tellers, who had not received the same orders as the girl in front of Mohammed to either cower in fear or stand in dumb confusion. This did not please Mohammed, who really preferred order and did not like to see people killed in such a stupid manner.
"The rest of you are to do the same as the girl is," he shouted at the other tellers, when they did not immediately do as they were told he barked at them, "NOW!"
Thus an uneventful day in Alexandria turned to pure terror in less than five minutes and the first such event in more than a century began.