57 CAMERON CAITIFF
November 8
As I walked up to the glass doors, a terrified teller approached from the inside. She slid the lock to let me in, but I motioned for her to stay quiet and wait there. She nodded, re-locked the door, and took a few steps back.
My training kicked in and I was operating on autopilot. It was like a higher power had taken control of my body, and I knew exactly what to do. I assessed the area, tucking around corners, surveying the shrubs and garbage bins that lined the perimeter in search of hiding suspects. The area was clear. I could hear sirens approaching from the distance, and if I wanted to make headlines, I needed to act fast.
When I returned, the same girl was waiting. As soon as she opened the doors, the smell of gunfire and something metallic hit me, b
