You watch as the teller nervously fills some bags with cash and then hands them over to the crook, who then squeezes off a round at the him, striking him in the shoulder.
“That’s for making me wait.” The crook sneers.
“Yowch!” says the teller.
The robber strides out the front entrance. Moving quickly, you follow him out.
“Hold the wagon train a minute there pardner!” you say, “I think you’ve got something that belongs to me.”
The man turns and points his gun shakily in your direction. He’s seems pretty anxious to leave for some reason. You hear sirens wailing in the distance. The cops will be here any second.
Prance towards him and grab him by the throat