Unsung Heroes

“Hey, ‘Mr. Sunglasses,’ I said to get on the floor,” the crook said.
“I was never on the floor,” Daniel retorted.
“Then get there.”
“Or what? Are you going to shoot me like that guy,” Daniel said as he pointed at the man with the wounded leg. “Speaking of which, why don’t you give me that gun before someone like you gets hurt?”
“Before I get hurt? Ha!” The robber raised his automatic rifle and leveled it at Daniel’s chest. “Now, lay down!”
“No,” Daniel said as he took a step forward.
“Strike one.”
The man with the wounded leg suddenly looked up. That was what the robber had told him before he had shot him. “Uh-oh,” he said quietly.
Daniel guessed what the thief was doing. “Actually, I played basketball,” he said as he took another step.
“Strike two.”
“He has the ball. He dribbles down the court.” Daniel took yet another step.
“Strike three.” The crook turned his gun to Daniel’s left leg and fired. It was set on semi-automatic, so it only fired one round. The bullet bounced off Daniel’s leg, flew across the room, ricocheted off a metal lamp stand, and then hit one of the other robbers in the back of his arm. He yelled as he dropped his gun and grabbed his wounded limb.
“What’s the big idea?” he shouted at the first man. Then he saw Daniel. “Isn’t he supposed to be on the floor?” he asked.
“Two points,” Daniel said. The first robber, who was stunned and angry, turned his weapon to fully automatic. He once again pointed it at Daniel’s chest and opened fire. Daniel ran at the man as the bullets flew away from him like birds from a dog. He grabbed the robber’s gun and bent it into a U-shape. He looked at the thief, but then quickly looked back at the mutilated weapon in his hands. “That’s new,” he said in a surprised voice. Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw the robber reach for a knife on his belt. Daniel suddenly used one hand to stop the robber from getting his knife, and then used his other hand to swing the gun like a club. Pieces of the shattered gun fell to the floor with the unconscious criminal.
The three uninjured robbers began to fire their automatic weapons at Daniel. He raised his hand in the shape of a pistol and tried to fire. Nothing happened. This puzzled Daniel, who was mainly annoyed by all of the bullets pinging off of him. He decided to try something. He went through the motions he would normally have gone through to reload a pistol. After that, his hand was once again able to shoot bullets. He proceeded to shoot the gun hands of the three criminals, so they could no longer shoot well. Daniel then began to finish the job he had started. He ran over to the crook with the wounded arm and banged his head against a teller’s desk. Then he ran up to the next man and punched him squarely in the jaw. Another criminal tried to come at him with a knife. Daniel grabbed him, threw him over the tellers’ windows and into the window at the bank’s drive-through. The criminal fell onto the desk there, too much in pain to move.
Daniel heard a scream behind him. He turned around to see the last thug holding one of the tellers by her neck with his bleeding gun hand, and with the other hand he had a drawn pistol pointed at the woman’s head. “If you take one step towards me, she gets it,” he snarled.