That masked ruffian's punch made stars flash before his eyes; he even saw his own great-grandmother.
If it weren't for the passphrase the other party said, he might have thought that a real gang of bandits had come!
Although, in some sense, they really had...
"Ok ok, I can give you the password." The vault manager had resigned himself to fate; given what had happened, he was just the scapegoat anyway, so he might as well cooperate and announced the vault password in front of everyone.
"Alright, to prevent you all from running around, I'm now going to need you to keep quiet!" Old Jack, cruel with few words, pulled out the clay explosives and stuck them to the entrance door, laughing, "If any cops come later, remind them not to get too close! And don't any of you think about running away, or else... Boom!!"
The hostages were stupefied with fear, never having seen such a desperado who didn't value life.
