“Not a word, a scream or even a breath.” The sound of a low southern voice rasps behind you.

You feel the cool metal of a pistol against the back of your head.

“We’re jus’ gonna need you for a bank robbery.” The man explains, stepping forward to cusp his burly arm around your waist, prying you from your workstation, “And yer gonna cooperate, aren’t you?”

You knew that this wasn’t up for negotiation, especially with the way his cold blue eyes challenge you.