TYPING ACROSS A BLANK SCREEN:

A couple hundred years ago, a group of citizens banded together to take on the most powerful country in the world. Today, that trend continues...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. INSIDE BANK - DAY (SAN FRANCISCO, CA, 11:00AM)

Eight people stand in line as the front door opens. Four people charge in wearing ski masks and gloves, three carrying Ak-74's, one carrying two black athletic bags. Outside the bank sits the forty-five foot black bus they arrived in, the door to it closing. One of the masked men, #4, settles his weapon at his waist.

There's a scramble as the nine people in front of the counter and the security guard hurry to comply.

#4 walks over to the counter, seeing three female tellers on the ground there as well.

One of the tellers, SHAWNA, mutters to herself.

SHAWNA IS A TELLER AT THE BANK. SHE'S IN HER EARLY TWENTIES, AND RATHER FEISTY.

#4 turns to JOHN, their leader, nodding.

JOHN IS THE LEADER OF THE TEAM. IN HIS MID FORTIES, HE'S A FORMER INTELLIGENCE OPERATIVE AND USED TO BEING IN THE FIELD.

John turns towards the security guard lying on the floor, AK still resting on his shoulder. Pulling that down, he plants the barrel of the weapon in the center of the man's back, placing his foot on the guard's neck.

#2 hurries over, bending down and removing the weapon from the guards holster. Popping out the magazine, she throws it towards the right corner of the building. Emptying the chamber, she pops open the weapon. Removing a spring, she stuffs that into her pocket and quickly reassembles the hardware, her last act to slide it across the floor into the left front corner of the room before she gets up.

John turns his attention back to the guard.

The guard scrambles to his feet.

Nodding, the guard raises his radio.

An upraised arm comes into view from the doorway behind the counter.

The guard appears in the doorway, moving cautiously.

The guard makes his way around the counter, arms still in the air.

Jim complies, careful not to make any sudden moves. Once the man is on the ground, John plants the barrel of his weapon into the man's back, his boot pressing between Jim's shoulder blades. #2 disarms him in the same manner, weapon and magazine sliding into opposite corners of the room. John turns to the first guard.

The guard nods and starts towards the front door. Rushing to comply, he fumbles with his keys.

INT. INSIDE BANK, MANAGER'S OFFICE - DAY