Lancer's suit continued to shift into different forms. First a black suit, police officer, firefighter, scientist, then finally into a gray suit with a bullet proof vest under it. "I like to dress nice when the world ends," Lancer started talking to himself. He started to hit himself when he started rambling beyond control. "WHY DO YOU HIT YOURSELF?" He shouted.
Lancer shook his head and suddenly an idea popped into his head. The city was empty, so all the banks would be empty. But money was worthless, or was it just this city that was empty?
Lancer broke the glass door to a deserted bank. The alarm rang loudly, almost ear piercing. He continued to the the tellers desks. After emptying all of the boxes, he counted the money only having 2,500 dollars. Lancer looked up. In front of him was a big golden vault. He new he couldn't unlock it so his hopes quickly faded.