Bank of America

It’s 12:02 in the morning when 4 people in clown masks holding assault rifles come waltzing into the bank of America like they own the place. In some ways, they did. The man behind the desk spots them, dropping his favourite mug filled with mediocre coffee onto the floor, shattering the glass. He moves to hit the panic button, but, it’s too late. The old man who he greeted before is grabbing his wrist and slipping a matching clown mask down to cover his face. “Get down,” is all he tells him, the kind tone from earlier gone as the front desk receptionist slowly sinks to the coffee covered floor with his hands raised. The four robbers join the older gentleman, tossing him a gun of his own before beginning to crunch down on the bank tellers. At 12:05, they have accumulated a grand total of $1,232,100. Three men control a select few bank tellers, rushing them to put more money into the bags while two women take the valuables of the patrons. When 12:12 hits, the bombs surrounding the building go off. And 5 politicians walk away with $5,000,000 in the cash, provided by their loyal citizens of course.