Just inside the bank lobby, a villain in a silver suit and hat paces back and forth just under the wide glass ceiling, his apparel practically sparkling in the bright sunlight. Two short round goons walk in side by side, both armed with an SMG.

"Cops outside boss," the left one says, and the right one continues "One of the banker guys must have got word out."

The silver villain idly knocks his antique revolver against the side of his leg. "I thought I told you two Runts to take out the phones?"

"We did boss," the right one starts, and the left finishes "Got no clue how they called them in." The right one starts up again, "Wait, don't they got some psychic working here or something?" followed by the left. "Maybe they got word out somehow?"

Their boss glances out towards the glass front doors. "They're pulling in rather quick huh? Must have tipped them off when we first got here." He turns and shouts back, "Hey Muscle-head, hurry up with the dough so we can hightail it out of here!"

A loud grunt calls back in reply, and a man with far too many arms walks in carrying dozens of hefty bags of cash. Muscles is a walking beast of a man, with 8 massive arms to his name, yet no proper legs. Instead he uses 4 of those arms to carry himself around, while the other 4 hold all the money.

The silver suited villain starts to pull out a cellphone, "Runts, don't need you to block the lines anymore," and quickly dials a number. "Ey, Slides, we need a quick getaway, Muscles will open up the back and then we-"

He's cut off as Jumping Jack plummets through the glass ceiling, green boots slamming down straight onto the silver vil-

Tick.

The silver suited villain starts to pull out a cellphone, "Runts, don't need you to block the lines anymore," and quickly dials a number. He takes a moment to step to the side, calling out "And you two take care of this ass hat why don't you?"

Jack slams through the glass ceiling, feet firmly hitting the ground having missed his target entirely.

The two Runts bring their SMG's up, spraying a round of fire in Jack's direction. He quickly dashes off to the side, eyes scanning the rest of the room. Alright, don't see any hostages, he thinks as he dives under an overhead hail of bullets. No one to put a show on for, and my patrol doesn't even start for another 10 minutes.

He leaps off to the side once more, constantly moving to the right of the Runts. Might as well get this over with fast. He hops up quickly, twisting in midair and planting his boots against a metal portion of the roof. Pushing off the moment he lands, he hurtles straight down towards the twin goons. He spins once more in midair, twisting his feet in front and slamming them down on the barrels of their guns.

With the Runts disarmed, he sweeps his leg low, tripping the two of them. "Stay down you too." Jack turns his attention towards the silver suited villain, and the weird arm centaur. "Alright, who's next?" he asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.