Mora lifts the underpaid security guard by the throat, looking into the frightened mans eyes. If it were possible, Moratak would be smiling. His claw like fingers close around the mans throat and dig into his air pipe. Blood trickles down his metal arm and the poor guards grey uniform. The banks patrons all on the floor, shivering, some of them reading the paper or nearest magazine, used to this kind of thing by now. Mora throws the dieing guard against a wall and watches him slump in a fetal position.
Mora's 7 feet tall form steps over various people to get to the main desk, the woman behind the counter frightened beyond words. Mora adjusts his vocalizer, and looks down at her. "Point me to the vault..." His scratchy, voice coming through, hardly any human tone in it but malice. The young girl stumbles back, the several dead guards littered about the room. Her shaky hand pointing up at the massive painting behind her. Using his cyborg strength he pushes the desk built into the floor from its standing point, stepping over the woman. He clasps the painting and throws it aside. He eyes the massive "unbreachable" doors quoted from the most recent newspapers. He slides the guitar off his back, the massive axe blade built into it menacing for all to behold. From his palm a stainless steel guitar pick slides to his fingers.
He turns up the amps on his shoulders a little. With a dramatic pose he strums his strings once, reducing the nearby clerk to a screaming deaf woman. He begins a hard dark tune, the door beginning to shake. A tomb of paper gold awaiting him behind the steel vault. His pace picks up as the door shakes faster and faster, and begins to expand and contract. He strums it hard once more and the door flies from the wall crashing through a concrete wall to the alley way outside. He plays a faster tune and two large metal boxes float in, which he quickly places nearby and stuffs them with green tickets of fortune. This had all been so easy, once again.
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