Two days passed. Mac was sick on both days so Sam took over Mac's job, making his paycheck twice as big. With that stress, he totally forgot about his coffee. So he planed to drink it today.
Before he took a sip, a young woman showed up.
"Can you withdraw three hundred dollars please?" She said in a shy voice.
"Sure," said Sam. As he did this, he felt something in his throat. His throat was soar and the only cure for it was a sip of a strong taste coffee so he could enjoy the rest of the day.
When he had his chance, he was very addicted to the coffee that he accidentally spilled the coffee on his shirt, making a messy, horrible stain. He didn't want to get humiliated in public because of the stain. Sam excused himself to go to the bathroom so he could wash the stain off.
He tried many materials to dominate the stain. First he used a paper towel to clear the water left. Next he used a wet paper towel and scrubbed it on the stain. This operation took thirty minutes. During his cleanup, a group of a hundred men up came to the bank's main entrance, caring forks and sporks.
They quickly opened the door and slammed it saying, "Get down on the floor!" .
Everyone was scared. Everyone followed the robber's orders. Soon, every story was surrounded by groups of robbers. Then the whole building was silent.
When Sam was done, he heard the silence. It was very silent. It usually was very loud. Sam was scared. He opened the door a little bit and saw a woman in a chair, tied up with a rope. Behind the door, there was a man caring his weapon, blocking the entrance. Sam knew it was a robbery. He still had his cell and dialed 911.
"Hello." Sam said in a high pitched voice. "There is a robbery at Los Angles National Bank. And the robbery is big."
Sooner or later, the whole police department and S.W.A.T arrived and surrounded the area.
Sam also knew he needed to get out of the building for safety. He knew that if he came out he would get spotted. He knew that he needed to go enter the air vent to escape.
He slowly took the layer of the screen off so he could glide into the air vent. He climb up and up, like a snail making no noise. He was scared to do that because he was afraid that he might have an opportunity to get stuck. But he knew what he had to do. He wanted to get out of the air vent as fast as possible. After climbing the air vent there was a junction that had a pathway that leads down to the lobby. Then he realized that there are many people in the bank, taken hostage. He had to help. So he went up the air vent. When he got out the air vent, he landed in a clear glass room, on floor forty.