The banks air conditioning hit Chaisson like a brick as they entered. Two more large men in black suits quickly locked the doors and stood guard behind them as they made there way across the shiny waxed granite floor toward the back of the bank.
Other than the two men behind him, he counted six other armed men. One in each corner of the room and two standing guard at the side of a reinforced steel door. Each of them were holding military issued mp5 sub-machine guns and all of them wearing the same cheap black suits.
The woman led Chaisson toward the door and as they drew close one of the men stepped forward holding up his left hand, his firearm pointed barrell down but safety off, locked and ready in his right.
"Arms up!" he ordered as the second guard stepped around to pat frisk Chaisson.
Satisfied he posed no threat, the guard stepped back around Chaisson and went for the door, rapping his big gold ringed knuckles twice on the steel...