[ WP ] A man brings a gun to a bank . Do anything you please onwards .

**NSFW** ( minor language ) 
 
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 `` I just want to keep it safe. You have a vault large enough surely?'' 
 
 `` So you say it is *legitimately* 18th century?'' 
 
 He was openly interested in my wares, more so in the cannon, the largest. He sounded like the one I had spoken to on the phone to organize this meeting. 
 
 `` Why of course! See the wear around the wheel base-'' ( I pointed to the area I meant ) `` -it got that in its very first military engagement!'' I enthusiastically listed a series of battles I knew it had been documented to have been used in... and a few more where similar cannons had been operational. 
 
 `` Have you had this in particular valued? - we store items like this based on such information, yours will be stored in a state-of-the-art, specially-designed ante-room -for *increased security* - a ballpark figure would be enough.'' 
 
 ``... I have it from my client that he has offers ranging from £8-12 *Million*''. 
 
 `` So not much then?'' 
 
 We shared a laugh at this. 
 
 `` Could you show me the... ante-room? - where it is to be stored? - if it's not too much hassle of course!'' 
 
 `` Certainly, follow me sir. Brian here-'' he nodded to a smartly-dressed, burly man I had n't noticed `` -will move the cannon to the exact spot we have reserved for you - though the cannon will have to go through the exhibit entrance, we will enter from the employee's side.'' He continued ahead before looking back at me `` -unless you wish to attached to a crane that is?'' He jested. 
 
 `` No I save such activities for weekends.'' 
 
 Again we shared a laugh, I was quite liking this man. As we walked through various unimpressive corridors I glanced sideways at him. He looked in his late-30's, perhaps 40's if he takes care of himself. He was n't a big man, but in his long-sleeve shirt I could see he had the silhouette of a man that does n't think exercise a hobby, more as a way of life. 
 
 Other workers milled around, most of whom looked at me queerly before looking at the man next to me, more specifically - they looked at his tie, a curious shade of purple. I asked him what it signified. 
 
 `` Oh that's nothing, we have colours that relate to ones' seniority within management, my own colour represents 5-A, it goes all the way up to 8-A, though you do n't see very many of those in here. 
 
 `` Oh...'' a thought popped into my mind `` -does n't that make you vulnerable to... people who might steal them?'' 
 
 `` I would n't worry about it in the slightest. Each colour is changed weekly, and everyone enters and leaves the building without wearing one, we are particularly strict on that policy.'' 
 
 `` Why the need for them? Are n't the employees taught to recognize you on-sight?'' 
 
 `` We have shifts.'' 
 
... I waited for an explanation until the man stopped at what would have been an unremarkable door, had it not possessed a particularly strange-looking door-handle. He looked behind himself before adding. 
 
 `` -very strict security in this particular part of the building, could you please avert your gaze? We do n't usually let clients in this area unless they specifically ask.'' 
 
 `` Certainly.'' 
 
 I averted my gaze before I heard the door open and asked - `` Can I look now?'' 
 
 `` Almost, my friend.'' 
 
 The door closed. A locking mechanism sounded. 
 
 ``... Fuck'' 
 

