Even in the early hours of the night, there was a rush of something in the air. Four men moved through the crowd innocently enough. No one realized it, no one saw one man pull a mask of black cloth over his face and crack the locks " magical and mortal with but a few phrases and what appeared to a novice as a flick of his wrist. The men quickly slipped inside, others pulling down their black cloth masks. They spread out quickly through the bank dropping small boxes with different writings in a language they don't even understand upon the ground.

The one that opened the door moved towards the back counter and pulled out another block, and placed it on the secured door. Seconds counted in the beat of a heart and the door was blasted open, a hole big enough to climb through. The vault was going to go next"