Bulitov: That's it. I'm going in.
*Bulitov exits the van. He walks up to the national guard members surrounding the bank*
Guard: Are you insane, you can't go- #gagh!#
*Bulitov creates a weak micro-black hole behind him, knocking him down. He then closes it, and flies in through a first-story window, watched by the crowd*
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