Re: Story Thread 1
The tellers all began to speak amongst themselves, while raising their hands slowly. It seemed they couldn't believe Terrys outfit or entrance. Snippets of conversation like '...evaluation today?' and '...this for real?' belied the casual attitude with which people in this city dealt with bank robberies. Especially one that was using such nonlethal force.
Perhaps it was the outfit?
The quiet disbelief was shattered, as the Taxicab drove through the doors under it's own volition, Frank swearing quietly inside. A pair of robot arms with mounted rotating blades, extending from under the hood made quick work of the cement holding them closed. Not even a scratch on the doors. This was going well until Frank was suddenly swearing quietly outside as the car Twisted and unfolded into a fifteen foot tall robot, ejecting him in the process.
It was only luck and an intimate knowledge of the transformation sequence that allowed him to slide out of his seat and land in a three-point pose as he was flung clear. His knee, his foot and his Fist all stung, but man, did it ent up looking way cool. He winced internally and slowly stood while surveying the whole room with his hairdryer blaster. Time to say something dramatic... Ummm....
"I think you all can tell what we're here for. Quickly and efficiently, ladies and gentlemen." He motioned to Terry, making up a nickname on the fly, "Rip, please provide our friends with the bags, and please, let's all have the professional courtesy to not bother with Dye packs. I'll know where they are, and then they will just make a mess in the lobby when I toss them out."