A normal day at the bank. A normal day filled with normal people. Boring people. Boring people thinking boring things, drifting through their average days in a foggy haze.

Betty Crockle thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night.

Joe Eisen mused on how far away he was from a promotion. Three years at the firm, and he had gotten nothing. Bastards.

Lydia Green hoped nobody noticed how fat she was getting. She wished she had made him wear a condom.

Bruce Caly wondered if he could convince Mistress to go a little easier on him that night. He was sore from last week’s whipping.

Hannah Motley racked her brain for ways to get her dealer to lower his price. Maybe she should sleep with him? That probably wouldn’t work.

Jon Thomas was thinking of what he would say to Darryl that night. He really did love Darryl, and he really was sorry.

Just normal people with normal thoughts.

Four men walked in. Two of them shot the security guards.

The other two ordered everybody to get on the ground.