A/N :- Hi all, been a long time, life and all that, now married with two kids sigh doesn't leave a lot of time for writing I'm afraid. I will be looking over my other works to see if the are worth carrying on, of they are, I will, if not, then they are going up for adoption. This is a little bunny that bit me, as been playing Payday 2 a lot, don't know if going to carry this on, or leave it, or hell, might even make it a challenge, next update will decide.

The van rocked from side to side as it made its way to its destination. The windows were blacked out and only vague shapes could be seen moving about inside. Rounding a corner the driver looked over at the bank that stood on the corner opposite where they were.

"We're here, the drill should be in the car park somewhere." Said the driver turning to look at the four men in the back. They were dressed in suits that wouldn't look out of place on a high class banker. The difference here though, was that they were all checking over weapons, shotguns, pistols and assault rifles all were present in the men latex gloved hands. They did one final check that there equipment was ready and working before they quickly jumped out of the van.

The drivers voice came through there headsets, "be ready for pick up in fifteen."

As they group got closer to the bank, they split into two groups, heading for the side and back entrances. Once out of site from the main road, they pulled on there masks, each a horrific visage of a clown, and went to work silently picking open the door.

Once inside they pulled out there silenced pistols, following the plan of doing as much of the job silently as they could. The first group went straight for the camera room, they tried to pick the lock but were unable to, so they resorted to using a modified jammer to mess with the electronics of the door. It popped open after a second and the guard quietly fell before two shots to the back of the head. Luckily he didn't have chance to touch his pager before he died.

The second group were heading to the vault, after picking up the drill, they encountered another guard, who met the firsts fate, one set up the drill while the other sent up another jammer that interfered with telephone communications. He got the signal that the other group was ready to go the he burst into the front of the bank at the same time the other group did the same.

Screams met them as the started shouting for everyone to get on the ground, the bystanders were treat brutally, kicked, punched and some even received rifle butts to there faces, but the complied, the three masked men going round and zip tying there hands at the same time the sound of the drill filled the bank.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have you attention please?" said the man with the American flag on his mask, his voice carrying a British accent, "as you can gather, we are here to make a withdrawal from this fine establishment, now, we will only require twenty minutes of your time, nobody dies, the bank gets insurance paid out and everyone's happy, hell you might even get the chance to write a book." he laughed to himself as a voice came over his headset.

"7 minutes till through, no sign of the police yet." the voice said, the sound of the drill in the background. As luck would have it, the police were aware of what was happening in the bank, and were racing to it, there sirens becoming audible over the sound of the drill.

"Shit!" shouted American mask, putting his hands on his throat, "get that vault open now!"

The sirens were even closure now, he turned to the people laying on the floor, "move and you die!"

He and the other two rushed to the windows, smashing them out with there rifle butts as the police cars came to a screeching halt in front of them, "Fire! Fire!"

Pulling the trigger of his rifle, it bucked in his hands as the magazine started to empty into the nearest police car. Holes started to appear on the car, the inside of the windscreen misting red as more and more bullets shredded through the occupants. The same fate happened to the second car.

"5 minutes left, but don't think it will be long before the cops are back in force." the voice in the headset told him. The three of them started to dig in, a bag full of magazines was thrown onto the ground, as well as a emergency trauma kit.

The group of police were a bit smarter, they came out of the alley's surrounding the bank and the fight really kicked off. The sound of gunfire from both sides was almost deafening, the civilians had screamed themselves horse in no time. The police were getting desperate as more and more of there number fell before the barrage of lead that the three unleashed on them.

American mask even smiled, not that you could tell, when he heard one of the police shout, "Who are these guys? Ex-military?" He didn't get a response as he and the man he was speaking to fell down dead, there chests erupting in a fountain a red..

By the time the radio call came through that the vault was open, the police body count was in its 20's, the police pulling back to lick there wounds before trying again.

"Quick, bag that money!" on the table in the middle of the vault sat an uncountable amount of money, "we're running low on time."

As fast as the four of them could move, the money disappeared into the duffel bags that they had brought, making eight in total, just as they were finished packing they got that the call from the driver, that he was 30 seconds away and he was ramming the back gates and that they needed to be there.

Quickly as they could, they moved the back to the side door, but the police chose that moment to mount an offensive again, American mask and one of the others moved to stop them while the van burst through the gates, spinning to a screaming stop at the door. The two pulled open the two back doors and started throwing in the bags of money.

The other two weren't having such an easy type, the police were using metal shield to protect there advance, and they couldn't get through them, the call for them to leave. They started to move back, causing the police to press there advantage. Just as American mask was rounding the corner of the door, a lucky round struck him through his thigh, causing him to crumble on the floor and blinding pain to shatter his mind. The others were already in the van, the were reaching out to him to try and grab him, he was inches away but the police fired a burst at the van, causing the driver to plat his foot down and screech off away. American mask heard the others shouting at the driver to stop but the rest was lost as the police came up to him and start shouting at him to drop his weapons.

He cursed and did as he was ordered, taking off the American mask to reveal black hair, emerald eyes and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead, he felt the police hand cuff him as his world went black from the pain of his leg wound.

When he next woke up he was in a cell. Cursing multiple times as to what happened, and swearing hat he would kill that driver, if the others hadn't already for leaving him behind. As he was starting to become more aware of his surroundings, he took notice of the orange jumpsuit and the bandages that he could feel that were wrapped around his leg.

He took a look around his cell, he was sat at a table, two chairs were on the other side, and he was facing the door, the room was lit by a harsh fluorescent light.

It was then that the door opened and two policemen walked in, the look of pure hatred on there faces made the man groan in his head, 'but', he thought to himself, 'its expected we did shoot quite a lot of them.'

They sat down in front of him, the man schooling his face into neutrality, this wasn't the first time he had been before the police, and most likely wouldn't be the last, well, unless they gave him a chair that needed to be plugged in, he laughed in his head at his own little morbid joke.

"So then, this good cop, bad cop, or are you going to both be bad cops?" the man asked a small smile on his face.

"You killed a lot of us today, you little shit, if it was up to me, I would have a little accident with my weapon here." he places a pistol on the table between them.

The man sniggered to himself, "I know you have accidents with you weapon all the time, least that's what your wife said last night."

The policeman made a move to grab him but the other one stopped him, "You can't! He'll get what's coming to him! Now listen you, we tried to find out who the hell you are, as we have no record of you, so we sent a photo over to Interpol, and they told us that you are to be handed over to them, they have sent a team to pick you up already, in fact, they should be outside."

The two policeman stepped out and three people walked in, the man saw who they were and groaned, glaring at the last one through the door.

"Hello there Harry, it's been a while," the man said over his half moon spectacles.

"Hello to you too, Dumbledore, not long enough, I'm afraid." Harry said, still glaring at the old man in front of him