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Rivet tapped his foot impatiently. The line for the bank was very long and he had been there for longer than his fair share of time. Good thing he was the next person in line. He only looked back at the fat cats that came in walked in the door and held the line behind Rivet. Shame. You'll all have to wait just a tiny bit longer to use the bank. he wore a suit and tie that weren't his. The hair that protruded from his top hat was mussed in an unfamiliar way as to avoid what he was going to do.

"CAN I HELP YOU, YOUNG MAN?!"

He turned around suddenly to the impatient banker. His eyebrow was raised, expecting this child to be running an errand for his parents. He smirked and lowered his top hat, leaning forward on his cane. "Good evening, sir. Sorry I was distracted a bit there."

"Indeed... can I help you?"

"Yes, I've come to make a withdraw."

"Your parents, I assume?"

"Probably."

The banker rubbed his temples. "Young man, I don't have time for your games. If you're not going to present a check, go run along and play hopscotch or whatever you kids do." This struck a bit of a nerve with the clockworker but he kept his cool.

"Ah yes. Here's the check for the NICE, PATIENT banker," he said putting emphasis on the adjectives.

"If you were as quick as you were sarcastic, boy, this line would have been already half way gone by now," The banker scolded. He glanced over the check to see that under the amount section it simply said 'ALL OF IT'. "What kind of foolery is this, child?!" He yelled angrily.

"Foolery?" Rivet repeated aloud. He flipped open his pocket and pulled out a pistol. Not just any pistol, but this one had red hot gears spinning in the barrel. A tube was coming out of the top, filled with large slugs of metal. "Who's fooling?" he asked. Demons around the area were whispering to each other, saying how the gun looked like a ridiculous, childish joke.

"You must be joking. You insult my industry with your toys, boy."

"Are you going to move towards the vault or what?"

The banker scowled at Rivet. "Yes, in fact, I am moving. But I'm moving towards the alarm and you're going to jail!" he walked towards the side of the desk. Rivet whistled loudly, causing Sparx too scrambled down the main entrance door, welding the only entrance or exit to the bank shut.

"Nobody's coming in or out of here. I will shoot this gun if you don't open that vault. I need my funds."

"Funds? WHAT FOR?!"

"You ask way too many questions," Rivet said as he pulled the trigger. A red hot metal slug went zooming through the man's head like a hot knife through butter. People ducked and ran in a panic as the banker fell over... right on the silent alarm. "Shit..." Rivet cussed. He could already hear the police down the street on the way. Luckily, he was little more than prepared. "Sparx! on me," he ordered. The little clockwork cockroach piped up and scurried over, dodging the feet of the fleeing people. Rivet pulled out another device out of his hat. It was shaped like a circle with 3 smaller ones coming off of it, all of which were riddled with gears. The right most circle he stuck in the center of the metal vault doors. the other 2 he stretched out by metal cord on just the opposite pillars. If his calculation was correct, the cords would hold true to their purpose.

"All it requires is a little leverage," he said to himself as he pulled out his key and turned the center gear's keyhole a few notches. Gears whirled as Rivet stepped out of the way. The cords grew taut. There was a groan as the metal door couldn't take much more weight. Sparx clicked into Rivet's ear.

"What do you mean, unlock the door? This way's much more fun." On queue, the glass doors to the bank broke as the police flooded into the building. They leveled their guns at Rivet, not being able to make out his face quite clearly from that hat being over his eyes.

"FREEZE! GET ON THE GROUND!" they yelled.

"Of course," Rivet replied, "But first, this." he pointed to the vault door as it bent from so much crushing pressure of Rivet's device. It suddenly burst off the hinges, flying into the police, crushing a few and demoralizing the rest. His invention worked exactly like a slingshot. Rivet simply waltzed into the Vault, took what he needed, and waltzed out the back simply waving behind him as he said, "It's all good business. Cheers!" The time bombs he'd placed hours earlier ticked their last and the building erupted into flames. Rivet simply smiled at the destruction he caused using only clocks. But he was just getting started. This was only the beginning.

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Rivet tapped his foot impatiently. The line for the bank was very long and he had been there for longer than his fair share of time. Good thing he was the next person in line. He only looked back at the fat cats that came in walked in the door and held the line behind Rivet. Shame. You'll all have to wait just a tiny bit longer to use the bank. he wore a suit and tie that weren't his. The hair that protruded from his top hat was mussed in an unfamiliar way as to avoid what he was going to do.

"CAN I HELP YOU, YOUNG MAN?!"

He turned around suddenly to the impatient banker. His eyebrow was raised, expecting this child to be running an errand for his parents. He smirked and lowered his top hat, leaning forward on his cane. "Good evening, sir. Sorry I was distracted a bit there."

"Indeed... can I help you?"

"Yes, I've come to make a withdraw."

"Your parents, I assume?"

"Probably."

The banker rubbed his temples. "Young man, I don't have time for your games. If you're not going to present a check, go run along and play hopscotch or whatever you kids do." This struck a bit of a nerve with the clockworker but he kept his cool.

"Ah yes. Here's the check for the NICE, PATIENT banker," he said putting emphasis on the adjectives.

"If you were as quick as you were sarcastic, boy, this line would have been already half way gone by now," The banker scolded. He glanced over the check to see that under the amount section it simply said 'ALL OF IT'. "What kind of foolery is this, child?!" He yelled angrily.

"Foolery?" Rivet repeated aloud. He flipped open his pocket and pulled out a pistol. Not just any pistol, but this one had red hot gears spinning in the barrel. A tube was coming out of the top, filled with large slugs of metal. "Who's fooling?" he asked. Demons around the area were whispering to each other, saying how the gun looked like a ridiculous, childish joke.

"You must be joking. You insult my industry with your toys, boy."

"Are you going to move towards the vault or what?"

The banker scowled at Rivet. "Yes, in fact, I am moving. But I'm moving towards the alarm and you're going to jail!" he walked towards the side of the desk. Rivet whistled loudly, causing Sparx too scrambled down the main entrance door, welding the only entrance or exit to the bank shut.

"Nobody's coming in or out of here. I will shoot this gun if you don't open that vault. I need my funds."

"Funds? WHAT FOR?!"

"You ask way too many questions," Rivet said as he pulled the trigger. A red hot metal slug went zooming through the man's head like a hot knife through butter. People ducked and ran in a panic as the banker fell over... right on the silent alarm. "Shit..." Rivet cussed. He could already hear the police down the street on the way. Luckily, he was little more than prepared. "Sparx! on me," he ordered. The little clockwork cockroach piped up and scurried over, dodging the feet of the fleeing people. Rivet pulled out another device out of his hat. It was shaped like a circle with 3 smaller ones coming off of it, all of which were riddled with gears. The right most circle he stuck in the center of the metal vault doors. the other 2 he stretched out by metal cord on just the opposite pillars. If his calculation was correct, the cords would hold true to their purpose.

"All it requires is a little leverage," he said to himself as he pulled out his key and turned the center gear's keyhole a few notches. Gears whirled as Rivet stepped out of the way. The cords grew taut. There was a groan as the metal door couldn't take much more weight. Sparx clicked into Rivet's ear.

"What do you mean, unlock the door? This way's much more fun." On queue, the glass doors to the bank broke as the police flooded into the building. They leveled their guns at Rivet, not being able to make out his face quite clearly from that hat being over his eyes.

"FREEZE! GET ON THE GROUND!" they yelled.

"Of course," Rivet replied, "But first, this." he pointed to the vault door as it bent from so much crushing pressure of Rivet's device. It suddenly burst off the hinges, flying into the police, crushing a few and demoralizing the rest. His invention worked exactly like a slingshot. Rivet simply waltzed into the Vault, took what he needed, and waltzed out the back simply waving behind him as he said, "It's all good business. Cheers!" The time bombs he'd placed hours earlier ticked their last and the building erupted into flames. Rivet simply smiled at the destruction he caused using only clocks. But he was just getting started. This was only the beginning.