The two dozen gang members swarmed towards different locations in unison. Several ran across the streets wearing masks, blocking up security cameras with black bags so they couldn't be seen
Others made their way to the secured bank, an assortment of crowbars and power tools in their hands. After a few minutes of metal clanging and machines buzzing, the metal bars which had blocked off the windows were cut down.
Rich stepped forward and entered a punching stance. Taking in a deep breath, the man let out a grunt as he smashed his brass knuckles against the reinforced glass.
His muscles bulged, and without much fanfare, the window shattered into hundreds of tiny chunks, opening up a large entrance into the bank that allowed for three grown men to pass through side by side without an issue.
