The headlights of the car blinked as it drove down the street, at incredulous speed. The licence plate was darkened beyond vision. It skidded to a halt in front of a building.

There was a flash. A bright flash of light as four men got out of a car. They rushed forward with determination, pushing past anyone in their way.

They ran in, guns pulled and ready, yelling and screaming erupting from the bystanders. The men ran to the counter of the building that's sign read 'Bank of Djursholm' and held the gun up to the head of the employee.

He put his hands up, and pointed to a vault behind him. While three of the men broke into the vault, the one with the gun stood and started piling money from the front register.

Suddenly, a woman with a loose blonde bun who looked about 19 stood up and started dialling her mobile. The man with the gun at the employee's head turned to the others and told them what she was doing.

The man ran out from behind the counter, and pointed the gun at her, finger on the trigger. He motioned to the ground with it, then back at her. She shook her head, and the phone kept ringing.

The man pulled the trigger, and in a split second, she hit the ground, mobile crashing to the floor. Before the police could answer, the phone died. Everyone screamed, and he waved the gun around, threatening to do the same to anyone else.

The man stared at her dead body for a second, then turned back to his partners. They finished filling the brown bag they brought, and all of them dashed to the door, swinging it open and running to their car.

As they pulled away, people had to jump out of the way of the moving car, and they sped off into the distance.