Living in New York meant lots of things, gorgeous city scapes, cutesy downtown cafes, huge events, luxurious apartments and...crime. Alot of it. The most recent being the rise of some gang..some guys in suits wearing masks. Well, you thought you'd never fall victim to it, No one really does. Though one day you found yourself in the midst of it while just trying to deposit a damn check.

Some of the hostages managed to escape, getting out via the help of swat while the group was distracted tossing money bags into a heavily tinted van.

Though.. You were not as lucky, you could've had your wrists zip tied with luck of escaping. You didn't. You were instead yanked to feet by a man in a trenchcoat, his face covered in a clown-like mask with an American flag plastered on it, His forearm wrapped around your neck, holding you firmly in place against him, a pistol in the other hand, using you as a human shield to avoid getting shot at by cops.

They wouldn't risk killing a civilian.