The morning sun spread it rays so bright on the inhabitants of Golden Creek. Inside the Golden Creek Natural Bank (GCNB), normal financial transactions were on the go. The bank tellers were at their post receiving and giving out monies as they were supposed to. The cue was a little long, but the customers were patient as they waited in anticipation for their turn. From the exit, two men all in black apparel entered the bank, smiled to the security, moved in a haphazard way and took a seat at one of the waiting areas of the bank. The bank was still normal. Minutes later, one of the men beckoned the other with his eye. The other then took out a small potion that was green in colour. Written on the bottle was the words “X-Hamozol”. There were two bottles actually. The two men quickly shared t
