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|Conner was a hunter, and like all good hunters, Conner knew how to think like his prey.
Wearing a tight zip up hoodie to disguise the rippling muscles just beneath, Conner walked into Tadsfield First National and stood in line. The pace was nice, and the people were cheerful. Conner liked this place and hoped to retire somewhere nice like this. As the man before Conner stepped away he grinned.
"Today is a good day." said the man. He was about 40, chubby and short. As he finished speaking a frown formed over Conner's face.
"Not for you, sir." and as he spoke Conner pulled his fist back and then let it fly. His hand may as well have been a shotgun blast because, the small fat man's stomach, heart, liver, left kidney, and most of his intestines were now splattered on the floor of the bank. And before anyone could scream three more people were dead. Now Conner just had to wait.