[ TT ] [ RF ] During a bank robbery , the criminals allow themselves to be captured . Authorities do n't realize that the arrest is part of the plan .

“ Johnson! ” 
 
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 Came a loud bellow. “ Who the hell designs a bank like a fucking maze? ” Johnson thought to himself. Johnson slowly walked over to voice. He moved cautiously in the smoke and dust filled halls of the bank. His excitement grew as drew closer and closer to the source of the voice. His time had come. He had finally made the break of his career. He perfectly predicted where the next bank robbery would occur, Edina Minnesota. He had his team set up covertly around the bank for the past 24 hours. Johnson began to drift off into daydream as he began to envision himself as the next Sherlock Holmes. He was a great detective. 
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 “ We got em! ” 
 
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 He saw Dirk ’ s stupid fat face beaming as Dirk and the other members of the swat team stood over their bounty. He had been tracking down this group of bank robbers for months as they traveled city to city within the Twin Cities. Edina, Minnesota. That ’ s where he found them… A humble suburb on the outskirts of Minneapolis, often rated to be one of the best places to live. As he saw the masked men sitting on the ground, he felt that his chase had been somewhat anticlimactic. Deep within him, he had hoped that his adversaries would come to justice in a hail of gun-fire, rather than in the dusty room of the court. “ Hell, they haven ’ t killed a single soul. They ’ ll probably only get a few years in prison at this rate ”. The group of bank robbers had been crafty up until this point. They were infamous for being in and out of crime scenes within a matter of minutes, only taking money from the registers, never attempting to even open the vault. They had flown to close to the sun and tried to enter the vault. That was their fatal mistake. Johnson chuckled to himself. Despite the relatively unexciting end to his case, he was relieved that it was over. 
 
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 Johnson ’ s hands shook with excitement as he slowly lifted the mask from the first of his adversaries. To his surprise the person who was masked had his mouth duct taped shut… In fact he was unconscious… Fear consumed his body as he lifted the next mask and the next mask. Each person was unconscious… Each person with their mouth ’ s duct-taped. Each person with, what looked to be, a small red dot at the base of their necks. Johnson took a deep breath and realized that he had been bested. 

