Holy crap (I fully expect you to read with in Strong Bad's voice, and if you don't know who that is ...How f*cking dare you?)
I was driving around the city doing whatever, when I saw the place (Only because I had just crashed).
I got out of my wrecked car and gazed at the building.
I admired the doors, and noticed the shining golden handle.
My L.A. Noire nostalgia kicked in, and walked up to it ..Expecting a poorly plastered texture.
But to my surprise, I was inside a bank. I saw a line of ATMs, I stepped away into the main lobby, then saw people left and right, waiting in lines, walking out the door and walking in, people at their desks and people using their phones. I saw the alarms, I saw the security cameras. I checked, and to my liking, I could use my guns. I used my silenced pistol to take out the alarms and cameras from unseen points, then pulled out a machine gun and sprayed into the open crowd. But alas ..I had run out of luck, and not a penny was given to me...
Then the power was out and it only came back a few hours ago.
Aaaanyway, not sure why I became a poet there, but holy sh*t. Was that always there?