While filling out the deposit slip, loud voices suddenly were heard and although it took a few nanoseconds to register, the message came across as “Everybody get down on the floor!”
I turned to see a large individual wearing a ski mask not 6 feet away from me, while his accomplices were already inside the counter, directing the bank tellers to hand over the money or words to that effect.
I froze where I stood, and was directed by the ski mask to “Get down on the floor face down.” I believe he also added “sir” to the end of that second command, which struck me as kind of weird.
At this stage my brain had caught up with what I was seeing in front of me, and without the need for further clarification, I immediately complied.
As I lay face down on the bank floor, multiple thoughts went through my head: “Is this really happening, and, if so, what if the cops arrive in time and it will be a hostage situation?” and to keep my head down and pray they finish quickly what they had come to do.
But these flash thoughts were immediately replaced by the only significant one: My daughter’s outside and the robbers will exit the same way as they came in— right in front of her!
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