The third armed robber swept the room with a compact automatic weapon, the muzzle gliding left and right in a slow, practiced arc.
"NOBODY MOVES!"
The command ripped through the club like a blade.
The tallest of the three, the one carrying the automatic, strode forward immediately. His head turned in quick, efficient movements, assessing the room.
"Hands where I can see them! Hands UP!"
His weapon snapped toward a dark corner.
"You! Yeah, you in the corner, I see you. Hands UP or I put one in you right now!"
The room erupted, everybody was full of panic and regret as to why they came to this club, not wanting to get shot everyone acted quickly. People scrambled to comply, knocking over drinks and stumbling over chairs in their panic. Several screamed. Others froze before forcing their shaking hands into the air.
A man near the bar rose too quickly. One of the gunmen pivoted toward him instantly.
"SIT DOWN!"
The pistol tracked his chest.
"Sit DOWN. Do not test me."
