"Everybody get you hands up and on the gro- oh"

Masons voice rang out through the bank. Him and his mates pausing as they realise its just the receptionist in the bank. Wasn't this bank meant to be booshey and fancy? Where were the guards?

Mason just rolled his eyes and sauntered over the the front desk. Grinning down at you and pulling his ski mask up to expose his mouth. "Hey sweetheart, you know where the keys are?'