The Things That Happen In Banks... (CS)

Sam frowned slightly as he approached the bank. He hated the bank everything about it, the lines the tellers the smell. To him it was almost as bad as the post office or the DMV. Out of all the places in the world he had to be here.

Sam had several accounts under his name and a majority of them were overseas accounts but the one here was different it was from the time he just started out at the mansion still unsure if the place was the right fit. One that he hasn’t withdrawn from in a long time, one that he planed on closing, which would mean a transfer of money, a lot of it.

The name for the account was Sam Jackson. Sure it was a risk using his original first name but that was the main reason he used it. It would have been a move that the real Jackson and all his goonies wouldn’t expect.

Removing the frown Sam lifted his head and looked at the falling snowflakes and smiled, he loved the snow. Smoothing about the snow seemed calming and for right now that’s what Sam really needed something to calm him before he enters the bank.

Sighing Sam looked down as he saw several bulky men walk into the bank wearing dark black trench coats. Sam shrugged and entered the bank thinking nothing of it as he quickened his pace to the line.

Sam sighed and counted to ten trying not to get upset at the long line. “Just a line, look it’s moving one down thirty something to go.” Mumbled Sam to himself as he looked around the bank to do what he called people watching. It had become something of a habit of his to look around at any given situation and try to see what people would do next. Sort of like watching the television.

The line behind Sam started to fill out as more and more people entered the bank. Sam shifted his weight and put his hand on his head and yawned he really hated this crap, lines to many people in one building it screamed boredom.

Sam’s eyes shifted to the entrance doors when he noticed one of the four men he saw earlier walk to the entrance doors and stood in front of it only after locking it. Normally this wouldn’t set off a red flag but the guy pulled an Uzi and quickly threw on a ski mask hoping no one would see before he heard a fire from another gun.

"Nobody move!"

Frowning Sam looked around and picked out the location of the other three robbers. Sure Sam could go ice mode right now but the problem was none of them were in his range and two of the gunman already had there weapons pointed at a group of hostages.
‘Wait’ Sam thought as he slowly got down to the ground crouching to one knee.

"We're just here for the money! Stay out of our way and nobody gets hurt!"

‘Shit’ thought Sam as he looked around as the people dropped to the ground. All accept a mother and a little girl. Sam was only feet from them and knew he could help them out. One step forward Sam noticed another man pull her down to the ground. A smile came over his face and he gave a silent ‘thanks’ to the man.

A small look of relief came over Sam as one of the gunmen ran to the teller counter that was just in Sam’s range. The best part he was running. Putting his left index finger to the ground Sam sent a small beam of ice to the floor and it quickly shot it’s way right in front of the counter. A small grin came over his face as the man slipped and landed on his backside. Hoping it was a hard enough fall Sam nodded in approval.

Letting out a small laugh Sam pressed his finger to the small line of ice and it quickly dissolved. Problem was Sam was in the clearing of the room right on the floor so if anyone were looking his way they would have seen the ice form.

He had to move anywhere would be good he just needed to be out of the open if he was going to be any kind of help in preventing casualties. Sam got down on all fours and started crawling on the ground. Right hand, left leg, left hand, right leg one then another Sam was almost upon the center of the bank where the lady and her son and the guy who saved them was.

“Hey you!”

Sam knew he was talking about him Sam didn’t move he just stayed still he had a chance to do something but he didn’t, he couldn’t risk the others safety for his. Without moving Sam iced his skin under the clothing making it so if he was going to be shot there was a chance that the bullets wouldn’t do much damage. But for some reason no matter how much he tried his left arm would freeze over. Something was interfering with his powers.

A gun shot was heard as Sam’s head looked around he saw who the robbers were talking to, he laid sprawled out on the ground holding his arm as it bleed out on the floor. The look on his face gave Sam the chills, they just shot the security guard. “Shit” muttered Sam.

One down from the looks of it he wasn’t dead just badly wounded if he didn’t get help soon odds are he would bleed out and die. Sam had to do something fast. He could take them out but there was still the fact that his powers couldn’t work in that large of a range. He could take one maybe two out but after that there wouldn’t be that many mistakes he could make before another hostage is disposed of.

"What the hell did you do that for?!"

The moment Sam waited for was approaching he could feel it. They were on edge now he could tell from their voices. The only problem with anything in life animals humans mutants, when one is on edge they not only make mistakes but they are far more violent and irrational than when they are calm.

"He was reaching for the alarm. Idiot." "Get the money and let's get out of here!"

Sam frowned at the man as he spoke, ‘this guy defiantly sounds like he is in charge…’ Sam thought silently as he tried to figure out what to do, taking out the head rarely works in these types of situations.

Looking to his backside he noticed there were a few people behind him huddled up in a large circle. ‘Here goes nothing thought Sam as he lowered his internal body temperature once more and then started to lower the airs temperature around himself. Smiling after noticing his left hand was freezing over finally, ‘guess it’s fine now’ thought Sam.

Out of the corner of his eye Sam noticed the man who took the mother and child to the center of the bank move. He was no longer with them he was off to the side and from what Sam saw he was waiting for something to happen. Sam’s first thought was a ‘planted victim’ just in case things started going sour they could still have the element of surprise. But if he was with them he would have said something when Sam made the gunman slip and why would he save the lady and her kid?

Shaking his head Sam looked over to the teller station where the man who slipped before was now getting money from the tellers. Sam nodded slightly in the direction of the bank tellers and a small ball of ice started forming. Slow at first but then it quickly started to form. ‘Scary distraction thought Sam as he slowly got up and moved to the majority of hostages still as low as possible.

”What the Hell is that?”

A large golem of a dark blue ice was now looking at the man with the bag full of money. Sam did his best to make it ugly and scary as possible after all he didn’t want to fight with it only use it as a distraction. Large wings spread from it’s back as it raised its large claw like hands to take a swing at the man.

Sam had positioned the golem to form to the right of the gunman where a wall was and no hostages so even if they decided to shoot at the ice beast no harm would come from the hostages.

"Stop shooting you idiots!" "Can't you see it's not doing anything?! There's a mutant in here! Kill it and its little toy will disappear!"

Blinking then frowning Sam’s plan was starting to backfire, this time they are looking to take out the hostages. Sam looked over his shoulder still crouched then frowned. The majority of hostages were behind him but that still wasn’t enough if Sam wanted to save every one he had to run throughout the bank and create a wall of ice around all of them. That was the safest way he thought he could do something.

Looking to the golem that had not been doing anything except for getting shot at Sam frowned slightly controlling it, ‘Take him and pin him on the wall’. The monstrous Golem obliged the command from its master and grabbed the robber closet to him and threw him to the wall the golems hand around the neck of the robber. The robbers gun fell to the ground as he started to scream for help.

“Some one help me!” HELP!!!!! HEl!!!!”

The robber didn’t have a chance to finish crying for help for the golem turned to a soft ice and formed around him pinning him to the wall. The man’s hands and legs were bound and his mouth was covered completely.

Taking this as the ‘Time to move’ signal Sam reveled himself as the mutant and turned his back to the robbers and raised his hands in front of the hostages. A wall of ice started to form between them and Sam, as he spoke, “Ladies and Gentlemen, if you could just sit tight for a second I will be saving your lives today. So just sit tight and don’t panic, it makes my job a lot easier.” Sam nodded and finished up the thick wall of ice and turned around to see that there were only three robbers left.

‘Three robbers’ Sam thought to himself as he looked back around to see a few hostages here and there. ‘Would be so much easier if they were in one spot, I get the hostages safe the robbers aren’t a threat.

Still in the open a sigh of relief sounded as Sam realized he wasn’t the only one they’re to stop the robbers there was another. Apparently with the NYPD, which made Sam feel slightly at ease. Sam had a few run ins with the police and all of them were good encounters from what he could tell most of them had seemed nice enough and were somewhat friendly to mutants despite what happened a little over a year ago.

"Take them both out!"

This was no longer a simple bank robbery it was quickly escalating into a shoot out between Sam the officer and the three remaining gunman. Sam just hoped there wouldn’t be to many casualties on either side.

Sam frowned slightly as one of the gunmen went down with out a problem. ‘Dead thought’ Sam as he started to ice his body over with it’s usually armor of thick ice making it difficult for bullets to pierce.

Sam started to run to the two remaining gunman as they first aimed for the cop and now him. ‘Take your shots officer’ thought Sam as he ran towards them only slowing when a bullet from the handgun chipped a large chunk of ice from Sam’s armor.

As soon as it disappeared it quickly reformed the only problem was the bullets were coming in faster than Sam could reform the armor. Something gave as a piece of metal imbedded itself in Sam’s left arm. “Shit” Sam called out as he tried to continue his charge as blood quickly showed itself through the blue crystal armor.

“We, got him he is slowing, Aim for the mutants head!” cried out the leader as he sounded almost too happy about killing a mutant.

Another sigh of relief came from Sam as he looked from the officer to the other gunman who dropped to the floor. ‘One left’ thought Sam as he stood still now icing his body over once more and repairing his damaged armor.

“Drop it now!”

Sam saw the fear frozen on the guys face. It was like his he gave up the second his last partner was stopped. He stood frozen not sure what to do as if he was waiting orders from an outside force. Unfortunately for him they wouldn’t come in time.

A smile was visible on Sam’s face now, “It’s over” Sam said calmly as he shot a beam of blue from his hands towards the leader who backed up slightly only to get his hand along with the gun forced to a wall and frozen over. Nodding in approval of the situation Sam walked over to the guard was shot earlier.

A frown covered Sam’s face as he looked at the man, his arm was clipped and it was bleeding out. Sam’s ice armor shattered and sprayed out in the bank and quickly dissolved as he bent over the guard was clipped earlier, “Good Job!” Sam said.

Ice formed over Sam’s hand then pressed it to the gun wound freezing the patch of skin over, forcing the blood to stop flowing from the wound, “it’s cold but when the ambulance gets here you’ll be thanking me, just rest up till they get here.”

Blood started to drip from his own arm as Sam frowned slightly and ice the location over as well. “Just have the doc take a look at it when I get back” Sam muttered to himself biting his lower lip slightly trying to fight back the pain.

"Police are on their way in... if you want to give a statement then stick around. If not, then I suggest you slip out the back door."

Rising from the security guard Sam nodded and looked to the man who was sure an officer now. He seemed to be older than Sam at least by a few years; he also seemed to be slightly taller than Sam. His build also said a little more about him as well, ‘Marines?’ Sam thought about asking but then decided against it.

Noticing the offer and the fact that the officer’s glock was now back in the holster Sam nodded slightly and said, “Yeah best be on my way less reporters get involved.” Sam didn’t entirely mind the reporters they were just doing their jobs.

Their jobs on the other hand is what he hated, reporters all had a tendency to get to persona; with the questions, ‘where you from, where do you live, why did you help them, what’s your beliefs on human mutant relations’ stuff that Sam could answer easily but just didn’t.

Extending his hand Sam walked closer to the officer and said, “Thanks for the help, wouldn’t have done as good without you.” Sam kept his hand extended hoping the officer wasn’t one of those officers that hated Mutants with a passion and would shake his hand. It was Sam’s way of saying thank you.