All of the town's money in one place. How convenient.

::Outside, Jasmine looks around before pulling the balaclava on and running inside. She takes her gun out and waves it in the clerk's face. She disguises her voice.::

"All right, this is a robbery. Everybody, on the floor. Now!"

::There's lots of screaming and bank customers throwing themselves to the floor. The clerk stays upright, his hands in the air.::

"Everybody stay calm, now. If nobody loses their head, then nobody loses their head. You, sir, I'd like you to put the money in the bag-"

::She throws a small sack at him.::

"Just empty the cash into that bag and you'll have an amazing story to tell all your friends. If not, you'll have a tag on your toe. You decide."

::The clerk quickly does as he's told, putting wads of money into the sack before holding it out for Jasmine to take.::

::Behind the robber, though, a burly man gets to his feet and charges at her.::

::Jasmine takes the bag, but is then tackled by the man. She falls beneath him and the gun slides from her hand, but she reaches out to grab it and twists, firing a shot into his chest.::

::The man clutches at the wound with a gasp and rolls onto his back, deep red blood already seeping through his clothes. He twists and spasms, his eyes bulging in shock as eventually he stops moving, dead.::

::On her feet now, Jasmine stares down at the body before freaking out. Her normal voice comes out as she shrieks at the corpse.::

"You idiot! I told you to keep your..."

::Panicked, she stares around everybody.::

"It was his fault. You saw. You all saw! FUCK!"

::Spinning around, she grabs the bag of cash and runs out, pulling off the mask once outside and running for it, taking a long and winding way home.::

::The police come because of the alarm and interview everybody, then take the body away.::