[You sit in the elevator shaft and spot not a single guard. The last customer doesn't leave until 6:57. Two tellers and a manager set about performing the closing duties. Do you proceed with your plan?]
[When all are out from behind the counter, so as not to let them trigger any silent alarms, she will proceed as planned, asking them very politely to get face down on the ground with their hands behind their heads, so that she is not forced to slit any faces, as that would be in poor taste.
Should they comply, she will bind their hands and feet and hang them by their waists from the ceiling. Should they not, she will rush them, attempt to sever the tendons in their ankles, and proceed as aforementioned.]
[One teller complies! And by your gracious mercy hopefully doesn't have her face split because she'd be quite pretty if she wasn't giving you a death glare.
The other teller and the manager huddle together, whispering to eachother in fearful voices.]
Quicker Betty, she's got a knife...!
[They scream as you cruelly cut their tendons and the manager drops her cellphone. A voice speaks on the line:]
[The manager and the teller cry in agony as you tie them up. It doesn't look like they're going to be very quiet, but they can no longer impede your progress!]
Yeah. Check the manager for the keys while you're at it, Punch. Look for a wallet, too: A lot of people make their password a family member, so things like birth certificates, family photos, or even random slips of paper can tell us a lot.
[Now then, let me... go investigate what it's like behind the counter.]
[Behind the teller counter there is a door presumably leading to the rest of the bank, but it's locked. The two cash trays from the registers sit on top of the counter in the midst of being counted along with papers for documenting the transaction. All in all there's 550,000 yen on the counter.]
Banks are run by people. Realistically, they would either have the vault automated, or make it so only the manager has access. Theoretically, there could be a lot of potential vaults, but if it's one opened electronically, we'll need her password unless we want to do things the hard way.
[...We're going to do things the hard way anyways, aren't we? This is already the situation we're in, after all.]
[You find the key to the manager's office. You also find her wallet! Inside is a picture of a cat. And another picture of a cat. And another... There's ten pictures of cats in all. On the backs are written their names:
Fiona Adrianne Leon Anastasia Figaro Eliott Lindsey
: You also score 20,000 yen and a coupon for a free spa treatment at Fabio's.]
If the password actually turns into falafel, she should really be fired. You never use actual words for passwords, that's like security 101. ...Not that anyone follows those anyways.
[Siiigh.]
We'll find out later, though. For now, we're going to need a physical key to get forward. Did you find one?
[On the other side of the door you find the manager's office! It's fairly large. There's a filing cabinet, a wastebasket, a desk with a computer and a shredder. Along the walls are pictures of various foods. Apparently the manager has two loves?
On the far side of the room is a very large, very sturdy looking metal door with a keypad next to it. On the near side are two doors marked CUSTODIAL and SECURITY respectively.]
[You see this week's schedule! At the beginning of every row is an Employee Number followed by that employee's name, position and then their schedule. You see on the list:
1034 | Betty Walker | Manager 2223 | Jeanette Coop | Teller 5876 | Larry Falken | Custodial 8924 | Mae Rogers | Teller 0605 | Tim Dinger |Security
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Should they comply, she will bind their hands and feet and hang them by their waists from the ceiling. Should they not, she will rush them, attempt to sever the tendons in their ankles, and proceed as aforementioned.]
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The other teller and the manager huddle together, whispering to eachother in fearful voices.]
Quicker Betty, she's got a knife...!
[They scream as you cruelly cut their tendons and the manager drops her cellphone. A voice speaks on the line:]
What's your emergency, Miss or Sir?
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Oh, sorry! Meant to dial 411. My mistake! I won't take up more of your time.
[She hangs up, and hits the button for the lift. Naughty, naughty, miss manager. Better finish tying the other two up while we wait.]
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There goes the possibility of a soft entry... Put some duct tape on their wounds or something. And their mouths too, I suppose.
[Duct tape... probably isn't going to actually help a lot, but hopefully it'll slow down their bleeding a bit.]
Is there anyone else on this floor, Fade? If they have security, they're probably already on their way, but it's good to have the advantage here.
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I know, I know. I'm checking. [concentrating to see if she can sense anyone approaching...]
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[So I can put my guilt off for later.]
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[Now then, let me... go investigate what it's like behind the counter.]
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[She says, doing as instructed all the same. Pocketing any cash they have on them while she's at it.]
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[...We're going to do things the hard way anyways, aren't we? This is already the situation we're in, after all.]
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Fiona
Adrianne
Leon
Anastasia
Figaro
Eliott
Lindsey
: You also score 20,000 yen and a coupon for a free spa treatment at Fabio's.]
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[calling out to Diz] Oi! Try "falafel!"
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[Siiigh.]
We'll find out later, though. For now, we're going to need a physical key to get forward. Did you find one?
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...Wait, falafel is a word?
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[But yes, let's try the key.]
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On the far side of the room is a very large, very sturdy looking metal door with a keypad next to it. On the near side are two doors marked CUSTODIAL and SECURITY respectively.]
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Fade, you're absolutely sure there's nobody here or in security or anything, right?
[If she gets verification nobody's there, though...]
Now then, if this actually works...
[She begins typing in tune with her syllables: FALAFEL]
You don't belong in a bank.
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Three programs have shortcuts on the desktop. Email, a spreadsheet program and scheduling program.]
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1034 | Betty Walker | Manager
2223 | Jeanette Coop | Teller
5876 | Larry Falken | Custodial
8924 | Mae Rogers | Teller
0605 | Tim Dinger |Security
: Apparently Tim was off today. Lucky guy.]
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