No, I have all that I need right here.

Shaking your head you finish your coffee and step through the perimeter. As you walk across the street towards the entrance you can't help but wonder if today is your last day alive. You push the thought out of your mind. You can't have such distractions right now, you need to stay sharp.

Nobody comes up to the rotating door so you push it and step through, slowly. The interior is dark - someone must have cut the power. The main hall of the bank lies further ahead through a wide doorway but you can't make out anything inside.

Two men in ski masks and dark clothes are taking cover behind a pillar just inside the door. They have automatic rifles and they both wave at you to come closer. Once within reach one of them grabs you and pulls you along to the main hall while the other keeps his gun trained on your back. You aren't going to die like this so you stay calm and follow along.

The main hall is in disarray. You don't see any customers or staff but you see four or five more men in ski masks with guns. All of them have masks in different colors - red, green, blue, and so on. You suppose it must be so they can identify each other easier. You are introduced to an unarmed man wearing a business suit and a black mask.

"I'm the negotiator", you say before he has a chance to speak.

"Of course you are." The man looks you up and down, checking you out. "I didn't know the police had super-models in their ranks these days."

"Thank you but I'm not a cop, I'm free-lance."

"I am mister Black. You have already met mister Red and Green. I'm sure you will meet the whole wild crew soon enough. But first! You aren't so stupid that you came in here wearing a wire, are you?"

"Of course not..."

"Well, we will have to be certain - you understand. Red, Green, strip her."

"That won't be necessary, I can undress myself."

He hadn't quite expected that. He considers your proposal for a moment, trying to figure out if it's some sort of trick.