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  1. *Daniel carefully scrutinizes the people huddled to the floor in fear. He keeps his rifle in his hands, though he doubts he'll have to use it too soon. Anyone with sense in their heads would be able to recognize the fact that both they and the guards were outgunned.*
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  3. *While most of the civilians who had been going on with their day remain still on the ground or quietly tremble, a few brave souls meet his wandering gaze with sharp defiance. Daniel passes over those few with little regard. He was after someone with the key to that teller door. No one with it on their person would want to draw his attention. The people he did stop to check on were the businesspeople who either froze upon his approach, or shifted away from him. No one recognizable as a civilian would be likely to have the key on them, either. He had to look out for anyone who looked like they'd fit in as a worker of the bank.*
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  5. *He spends a few minutes searching for the key, occasionally stopping to frisk anyone who seemed to be a close enough match to the criteria he'd set up in his head. Eventually, though, a shift in movement catches his eye. He turns his gaze on a woman clothed in business attire, with short, mouse-brown hair. Beside her is tanned man in the simple clothing that gave his probable occupation of a field worker away. The woman had a hand stretched out slightly towards the field worker.*
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  7. "You there."
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  9. *He barks sharply. Almost immediately, the woman flinches, and looks up at him, fear evident in her eyes. Daniel approaches her, and addresses her in a gruff tone.*
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  11. "Hand it over."
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  13. *He says. The woman narrows her eyes slightly and opens her mouth to speak, seemingly intent on defying him. Daniel points his rifle right at her face. They didn't have time for this.*
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  15. "Hand it over."
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  17. *He repeats. The woman's face pales. She stares down the barrel of the gun with a despairing expression. Sighing in defeat, she outstretches her hand. A small, silver key rests on the palm of her hand. Daniel immediately snatches it up.*
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  19. "Hey, found it!"
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  21. *He calls out to his accomplices*
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